Here it is and here I am.
No difference in the two.
Only one energy perpetuating
the illusion that we are
anything but love.

Here I fall down
and get back up.
Here I hope and dream
and realize I am not
separate from you.

Here I remember
how hard it is to
love oneself in the
midst of the maya.

Here I kneel and pray
for the grace of a song
to keep me going
until I get back home.

Vicki Woodyard

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