I have been made
aware that Your universal work,
done in seclusion
long ago, included me,
not as a
dust-speck in the cosmos
but as a
companion on the new life road.
Those last human
years, painfully at prayer,
alone in the bus
or in Your room,
fist pounding to
keep the connection – with me,
among others in
our gross plane lives.
I was long in the
body by then, halfway around the world
and in some
unfathomable, intimate way, You reached me
through a
childhood and adolescent Jesus,
revealing the ruin
and insolvency of the world,
retrieving me
from my own seclusion and dust-speck existence
to reunite with
You, consciously connected,
moving briskly
down the road toward freedom
from the bindings
of self, body, time, ignorance and fear.
O child of God, everything
is happening here and in the moment.
The Godman knows
no boundaries of space or time.
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