CONTENTMENT IN RICHES

by Grant Carrington



You don't understand    and so I try to explain once again
I go out onto the ancient bridge    lie down on its boards    and close my eyes
And you get Centered Right? You say    No
Not Centered
I go in an entirely different direction    into a completely new dimension    where there is no center
I cease to exist
I become the breeze through the leaves    the mist the rain and the birdsongs
Not the birds themselves    
just their songs

But it's all a lie    It just happens    It cannot be described    It cannot be explained

It just is

But I am not there now  nbsp;nbsp;and so I try to create the impossible  nbsp;nbsp;When I am there

I am holy
I am sacred
Something I cannot be  nbsp;nbsp;when I am with you

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