I Sit In Solitude
I sit in solitude on the beach,
In the silent early morning,
To listen to the stirrings of my heart,
And the voice of love,
Who whispers in my ear.
There is joy as the sun rises,
At the boundary of sea and sky,
Its light nourishing my body and soul.
A feeling of tears welling up,
And of humble understanding.
In the silence the secrets spring forth,
As the vortex of violet and golden light pulses and swirls at my brow,
And the white light drips down,
Filling me with the pure, blissful light of knowing,
That the Universe is alive,
And so am I.
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