I want to not know 
any other way to be.
Cut my alternatives 
down to zero, the original grain
good for me, good for me;
truth will out and out of that 
worn out humbleness 
holiness revealed, 
holy however 
imperfect, impure, impaired.
Dream if you must 
of unbridled potentiality.
I want to not know 
any other way to be,
rubbed down to the nub, the original grain
and go with it, go with it, go with it.
O child of God, Meher said God is found
where you are not.

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