Cadence and rhythm.
Step and misstep.
Direction forward and back.
Lost is best avenue for found.
We search when we should sit.
We tarry when we should move.
Out of step and out of rhythm.
We dance the dance of chaos.
Yet this is the start.
Not knowing where, how or why.
We give up and let go.
The Creator finds us.
Be still and sit.
Retreat and listen.
Feel this life don’t think.
I made you, I am your guide.
To finally listen is Bliss.
Chaos parts and peace ensues.
The ego lets go finally knowing.
I was never here all along: I am a phantom.
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