I have become,
and will continue,
as a composition
of unfinished thoughts.
Each one luring me
into the unknown
and the ecstasy
in loving the Oneness
of all that is
and is not part
of the old me
I was programmed to believe.
I am plummeting
through the cracks,
edges, and loopholes
of a soul connecting
to the Greatness
without the distractions of paradigms
that cannot fit at this time.
How long is too long?
Why didn’t I see this
a thousand years ago
with all the questions
and answers that I’ve acquired?
But, this composition
is unfinished and delicate
and beautiful
because there is
no expectation of truth
as it lies there smiling
waiting to just BE.
Sounds so simple, right? A beautiful write, my dear.
thank you!
Your BEing is expressed so well