i awoke today several times, having slept fitfully at daybreak. This is common now, to find myself rising up from the lower places, soaring toward the light, even as dissolving tendrils lose their grasp.
i am filled then with thoughts forming, becoming questions, becoming answers. A great golden surge precedes it, expanding, booming everywhere.
“Verily it is the lord become all things”, is proclaimed. Becoming the guru’s face it begins to speak:
” i am the cook, the baker, the soldier, the weaver, and the maid. Shall i tell you how a thing is made and how unmade? There is a thread to pull, and all undone, yet, if so who knows it?”
It went round and round, and i became so dizzy i closed my eyes. when next i opened them, i was before GOD, and was asked one question:
“Did you become mad with love? I gave you so many chances”
I knew in that moment that i must return, so here i am…
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