I am a part of I
And all that I unknowing know--
And all that I unwilling will--
It is the space that makes the structure
Through which the stars of ego gleam
The dark energy of mind,
The dark matter of me.
I own it though I do not know it.
I claim it though I cannot see it.
I trust it though I cannot touch it.
I am a piece of a greater mystery
And all it is and provides is me.
I am a part of we
And all that we releasing hold--
And all that we embracing free--
It is the matrix that we permeate
As the salt richens the sea.
Matrix holds the opal;
Opal holds the light.
The conceit seemed so awe-laden that I just couldn't bring myself to portentous language.
Here, we're having a pretty sunset. I thought I'd share that too: