When I find myself confined,
Separated from my wholeness,
When I am encased in the physical,
With boundaries of form and of time,
I must remember that this experience is a blessing.
How would I ever know any one thing?
Except for the blink of normal eyes,
And keeping the third one closed,
Tightly shut against the knowing that I am
All that ever was,
Or will be.
I am song,
So how could I hear it
Except to grow ears?
I am love
So how could I receive it,
Without growing a heart?
When I am,
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