In the void, in the shimmering darkness, I am. In there is my
true self.
I am the wind that blows, I am the snow flake that floats, and
I am the consciousness that grows
Then there a semblance of self. A centered calmness; warm
and gentle
He is delightful. He is me. He is home. .
He is me- my I am.
- For Harold.
Namaste