It holds no object or subject in its grip
It is calm and devoid of passion
It yields no anxiety, wants or waits
It is peace, assurance and present.
It has no prisoners, for it is not a prison
It is the condition that sets us free
It has no boundaries, for it is no thing
it has no agenda, and no pursuit.
It is the gift that keeps on giving
It never leaves you once it comes
It shows up out of thin air through intention and prayer
Wanting better and wanting more
And once you have it there’s no want.
It arrives when you’re ready
And oh, what a glorious appearance!
It doesn’t knock, it comes in
And next thing you know it is there:
Healing your wounds
Brightening your days.
You look at it and as you do
You don’t ask what this is because you know.
It’s finally here and you experience in wonder
Before ever saying a word
And you know that you are ready
And you know this is your gift.
The blessed gift of peace
That will leave you tame and prepped
As you haven’t been before
To give and give
As you haven’t done.
It gives only what it takes
It takes only what it gives
It gives and takes only what it is
It knows no object
It knows no subject.
© 2007 tuttysan