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.