Swimming in His Will

September, 2007


I'm swimming in his will, where everywhere
Is the center. I am filled -- I overflow!
Cup brimming up, the plenty he shares;
The gift is the presentor. My will grows
Into his will. I give myself to him,
He gives himself to me. Since his mind knows,
Then my mind knows, (though slightly dark and dim).
I do not try. Light... happiness... All flows.
I am a nexus. No pressure, only lightness,
Precious awareness, purest sentiment,
He brings me to the brink of bliss,
Just tipping, slipping... no more intention
As I rest and nestle into his breast
And wedge my will where it will persevere
Silent, unimpressive, unimpressed,
No-where... Here... Nowhere but here, forever.
The faceless ocean deep (all self-fear flees)
Quiet, calls, "Dive in, thrive, and die in peace."

Glory to God Alone