Inside myself, beyond myself
There is a secret holy place
Without a name, and timeless there
beyond all form and space

Inside myself, beyond myself
There is a perfect wonder
Of form impossible and true
Whose voice is song and thunder

Inside myself, beyond myself
A dreaming pool is turning
Brightly teeming, slowly healing
Sacred rescues, learning.

Sep 26, 2012

023575

Facebook Post

0 Comments

Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *