the edge is water and its warm as can be in summer

find away to get yourself to the pond to get some revitalization

at last

grateful to be allowed to remember You

remembrance

in my fleeting conciousness
obscurred by night''s dreams
awake
please let me come to you
who helps the soul's find rest
who helps the soul
find peace
who helps the soul find joy
in remembering You
let the dance begin

hardly thinking- hardly move

a message
to the Source of all creation
i -enveloped in Your external circumstance
allow me to peer a little deeper
to the land of Everlast
the glaring hum
of Your external vibration
holds me, the insincere, at bay
take me in to the source of Your beginnings
help me see it is You
Who makes the day
not the chance or whim
of karma,not this maze,
not this haze of misconception
but your profound movements
Your design
Your perfection
Your school that teaches the blind to see
repairs the grievous road
to brilliant affirmation
when truth and beauty
find their home at last
within the corners of Your smiling glance