Wed, 1998-02-11

Being Love


We are
because that
which was
which is and
which is to come
.

We are here
because everything else
is not here
but there.

And so,
we know not.

I, Mother, may of You take this:
Each of these is water for the thirsty,
across form, beyond form,
and yet from it.

Did anyone a greater favor
to You and Your world
than just be?

And who has ever had more
than this?


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