IT
In silence
IT lives
Expressing ITs self
In ways
Beyond
Our human comprehension.
Imagination
Of itself
Cannot contain
ITS mysteries
And
Neither tears
Nor the most intense joy
Can hold
IT.
Far and near
Within and without
IT lives.
Kindly.
Lovingly.
Containing all
And letting all play
(Each Its own game)
In ITs
Seeming
Nothingness.
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
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