There seems to be a field, beyond the me of today.
It is the future calling, when the best of every dream unfolds its play.
Sometimes I abide there and from that space seem to pray.
Sometimes a time traveler seem I carrying messages back this way.
Life unfolding and to life transmitting suffers no delay.
A knowing now that death has died and our good is beyond decay.
It is the future calling, when the best of every dream unfolds its play.
Sometimes I abide there and from that space seem to pray.
Sometimes a time traveler seem I carrying messages back this way.
Life unfolding and to life transmitting suffers no delay.
A knowing now that death has died and our good is beyond decay.
I am the hearth space, a heart space, enclosing fire. My world view is fire, burning in space, all aflame, a dance of flame in spaciousness born, burning itself out and to spaciousness returned. Formless and abiding remains the hearth, kindling fire in dreams.
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