Naught but Me


I stand at the threshold in the midst of the boundlessness.

Depending on my frame of reference, I see the cosmic nebula of creative impulse.

In tighter focus: a grain of sand and the smile of my beloved.

In the luminous of this liminal awareness, I sense both motion and stillness, pause and thought, love and light.

At the threshold all of me is here ready to take in, explore, learn and expand.

In the wide ocean of possibility, there is naught but me in this moment of connection.


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