Om

Gentle Soul,
You are living everywhere.
You are rare as a golden bow,
You are unique as one in millions
and millions.
Your breath moves the breath of the whole;
Where life is, you are there.
At last I knew what spirits know
And light shone down from the billions
and billions
of stars;
Peace,
Peace, supreme peace!
It amuses our Lord
to pretend we are not He,
to imagine we suffer fear,
illusion, separateness,
while the lamp of awareness -
truth - is within.
Deathless Soul,
You're always shining brightly,
What is there in you but light?

I know not love nor pain,
nor beauty nor death.
But what I know is greater still -
In every word and breath:

I feel your touch and see your face;
And seeing this, it gives me peace.
And in high places, knowledge lost
May be found to bring the heart's release.

I lost my soul at a young age -
I wanted to know the truth.
To know I'm one with my story's author,
And bring an ageless wisdom to youth.

Yet I'm a child forever, always,
My eyes will not grow dim with time.
Inexpressible I am, nor am I able,
To express what I found most sublime.

My mind is like the mind of a child;
I rest, and resting know what there is;
We create our mind with formations and thoughts,
Resting, come home to peace and infinite bliss.