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God Consciousness
How deeply did those eyes reach into me,
What horrors and confession they drew from me!
In such an ease of way, that nothing mattered, but the warm bath
Lapping my sins into a whiter, paler colour
Compelled, I spoke of shame
They offerd no restoration
But I was becoming cleaner, lighter.
And staring back,
I felt as if I could only see so far
Cloudy swirls would not receed and I grew desperate for connection.
The more I confessed, the more I moved a little deeper
But with all I could possibly remember;
As light as a feather and white as the clouds,
I saw no further.
I began to despair!
Eyes closed,
I worship
Blindly.
Hoping.
Calm.
Almost
Free
How deeply did those eyes reach into me
What horrors and confession they drew from me
In such an ease of way that nothing mattered but the warm bath
Lapping ny sins into a whiter colour
Compelled i spoke of shame
They offerd no restoration
But i was becoming cleaner, lighter.
And staring back I felt as if i could only see so far
cloudy swirls would not receed and i grew desperate for connection
The more I confessed I moved a little deeper
But with all I could possibly remember
As light as a feather and white as the clouds
I saw no further
I began to despair
Eyes closed
I worship
Blindly
Hoping
Calm
Almost
Free
Confession, Good For . . .
"I have come to tell you all" - back from the grave, this is what is there. Here, we must be human and err and seek understanding - a cleansing of sorts, forgiveness optional. Sans patronizing, sans aloofness, sans parade ~ allets ~
though we search, it always
though we search, it always seems to be just slightly beyond our reach... that eternal flame