Once upon the path, the purity of my motives
seemed of paramount importance, self
strictly monitored and swiftly brought to heel.
These days I see plainly my notions
of a motive afford me too much power
because I have no true center –
beneath this mutable persona
there is only You and has been You all along.
It’s Your game within me and without.
I have no purity, no sincerity; no lack of such.
I have nothing on which to hang my hat.
And You, having only a Whim
have no lack, no cause or motive
to do what You do nor to be Who You are.
O child of God, there are no suspects
at large on which to pin a motive.
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