In and Out

Swimming, gliding
moving in and out
of this world
perhaps another
into what others call
reality which seems
like illusion

I am so much more
than what you think
I am even more
than what I think

I am not Walmart
nor Burka
no shaman on
a full moon

Not redwoods
nor ancient healing cedars
a rare cactus bloom
I am not here
nor there
yet am through
all eternity
for I am Source
and you are, too
waiting, unfolding
who we already are

This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Share your thoughts if you wish.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s