Original grain
I want to not know
any other way to be.
Cut my alternatives
down to zero, the original grain
good for me, good for me;
truth will out and out of that truth
a worn out humbleness, holiness revealed;
holy however imperfect, impure, impaired.
Dream if you must
of unbridled potential.
I want to not know
any other way to be,
rubbed down to the nub, the original grain
and go with that, go with that, go with that.
O child of God, Meher said God is found
where you are not.
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