This is not the angel
caught out of the corner of your eye,
nor the dust of fairies sprinkled
on mushroom caps.
This is standing in pure fire
and not minding because
you see the light, flaming,
each sense in riotous aliveness,
everything, everything, EVERYTHING
expressing the nectar of God.
And you are fed, my friend,
with that wild dance of paradox
And you are rested my friend,
with a center everywhere
abundant, stable and bright.
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