Source of Inspiration


I am becoming wordless
forgotten are
creeds, dogmas, doctrines.
I can not trace the roots
of verbs, sources of slang.

I am aware of thought
moving toward thinking,
to understand its power
its immense probability.

I am not my emotions
not my happiness, anger or fear
those transparent ghosts
I thought were me.
I am the knower
yet know the knower
does not exist.
But who am I?
A growing, evolving
seed of Light from Source
I am all
that my mind
can conceive
then more.

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