I like it out here, where no one can see,
Far from any notion of myself.
Here, I am no one, and yet, I Am.
Out here I am Unclothed.
Can you imagine the Delight,
Leaving that scratchy garment behind?
Out here no intercessor stands,
Between the arising and the arisen,
Between Heaven and Earth.
Out here I am far away,
From the raucous din and clamor,
Of the spiritual bazaar.
“Shhh!” We don’t debate out here,
Where “Truth” is a word,
In a land where no language is spoken.
Out here I care nothing,
For what others think of what I think,
For I care nothing of what I think.
Out here thought and feeling arise,
Only thinker and feeler are lost,
And the River Flows, undammed.
What Rapture, out here,
Where I Exist without existing,
In the Answer to every Prayer ever uttered.
What a Blessing to discover,
– Chuck Surface
I thought so too Niyama. Thank you for commenting!
THANK YOU xxxx how lovely he says it – Mr Surface 🙂
His pen is nectar-tipped…
Thank you for your comment dear Nina ❤
Delightful! Pure delight!!
Oh Bev – what a joy to meet you here! I’m so happy you too found Chuck’s poem delightful.
There you go
Love you Miriam….Love you Chuck….💛
Love you too dear Michel!
Thanks for visiting and reminding me of Chuck’s exquisite poem.
And Love to you both.