Out beyond the ideas of right-doing or wrong-doing there is a field - I'll meet you there.


Saturday, September 23, 2006

All the way down .....

All the way down …

How do I know that I’m not mad?

By rights I should be broken

Raising my fury at circumstance

Or wallowing and cursing fate


No existence; save right now

No refuge except right here

Imbibing deep of the fount of life

It hurts from having to feel so much


And yet today I can feel glad

That I can feel glad for feeling glad

And if this is gladness all the way down

I’m either mad, or have found Love

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I is a place-holder to prevent perpetual infinite regress. I is a marker on the road that ends in I not being.