the mystery
of this simple moment
cannot be spoken
yet all of history
occurred to arrive here
of this simple moment
cannot be spoken
yet all of history
occurred to arrive here
the mystery
of the endless terrain of self
cannot be mapped out
countless new frontiers
are born with every breath
the mystery
of awakening
cannot be achieved
all that is needed
is to notice inner eyes that never close
the mystery
of sweet undying love
cannot be understood
the heart already knows
what the mind can only long for
the mysteries
always remain
untouched by worried thought
ready to welcome us home
when we abandon our dreams
from Gifts with no giver
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