The Source Is,
In all ways and always present.
Here I truly abide.
My true reflection lies in stillness.
In an instant,
When the illusionary world falls away,
The untouched realm of Love is.
No more landing in frozen concepts,
Always flying on the wings of Love,
Always in wonderment to the new,
No longer an enslavement to the
Deadening and deafening tunes of the dream,
Always alive and tuned into the inner music.
I have lost the world of death and gained Life.
A nourishing energy vitalises my being.
In this absolute vastness of solitude
A whole new realm arises,
Always blooming,
Always singing,
Always free,
Always loving,
Always alive,
Peace!