Rhys' Pieces: Epilogue

To shift
and see
within my hands
not emptiness
but fertile lands,
not craziness
but autumn's dance,
not fearfulness
but daring chance;
to shift
and feel
within my heart
the gentle touch
of all thou art,
and not the gritty sand
of thirst,
that tempts my soul
to something worse;
to shift
and know
within my mind
not separateness
but Weave divine,
not differentness
but Self unique --
One with the Word
that Spirit speaks.

Journey Within
A Journey to the Center of Myself

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