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My Address…
is your heart
where I was born
into being
a lowly peasant
granted with Seeing
My passport
held in the treasury
of your eyes
confounds every boundary
subverting all law
into thirsting rivers
oceans now pour
stars from their moorings
become unshored
If they come inquiring
tell them seek!
where mud is stirred
from its nighttime sleep
and my soul resurrects
from its slumbering deep
awakened to life
on the mead of your love
Find me intoxicated
‘neath your lids
above the line
where our mouths
consort
joining Heaven to earth
vowing Time a fraud
My madness
has made me Divine
into fire
have I flown
the circle has been drawn
I Am that I Am
no beginning no end
I found Eternity
on the throne
in the kingdom
of your heart
where I was born
into being
a lowly peasant
granted with Seeing
My passport
held in the treasury
of your eyes
confounds every boundary
subverting all law
into thirsting rivers
oceans now pour
stars from their moorings
become unshored
If they come inquiring
tell them seek!
where mud is stirred
from its nighttime sleep
and my soul resurrects
from its slumbering deep
awakened to life
on the mead of your love
Find me intoxicated
‘neath your lids
above the line
where our mouths
consort
joining Heaven to earth
vowing Time a fraud
My madness
has made me Divine
into fire
have I flown
the circle has been drawn
I Am that I Am
no beginning no end
I found Eternity
on the throne
in the kingdom
of your heart
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