Still a little new born disoriented creature
Life without conceptual reality
I can feel irritated to the point of shear frustration and all is calm and well
I can feel fear and worry, all is peaceful and softly sensuous
How can this be?
I have no idea!
Yet, I am sure, in the deep of my consciousness
There lurks still greater fears and frustrations to come.
I know they will show themselves in their time
There is no hurry
All is well today and all tomorrows will show up well in the intimacy of my allowing, I am sure.
The morning dawns soft and alive
My heart softly beats in my chest
The firelight is warm
Thus dawns another glorious day
Life without conceptual reality
I can feel irritated to the point of shear frustration and all is calm and well
I can feel fear and worry, all is peaceful and softly sensuous
How can this be?
I have no idea!
Yet, I am sure, in the deep of my consciousness
There lurks still greater fears and frustrations to come.
I know they will show themselves in their time
There is no hurry
All is well today and all tomorrows will show up well in the intimacy of my allowing, I am sure.
The morning dawns soft and alive
My heart softly beats in my chest
The firelight is warm
Thus dawns another glorious day
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