The Word

To live each day like this,
So free like blossom windswept,
To not know what is work or play or rest,
But simply steps and words and smiling back,
To live each day like this,
So full of a glorious emptiness,
To let go of the possibilities,
And share food that tastes like the first time,
Tastes like the first day of Spring,
Just me and a milky sun watching on,
And there is so much time and space,
So many gaps and moments of peace,
Stepping in and out of the world,
Like a flickering movie scene,
Watching then acting then watching again,
Swept up on waves of awareness,
Swept back to gulp the air,
To live each day like this,
In a never ending picturescape,
This then all a frame of mind,
That each carries deep within,
This then all a gift we have,
That we left at the world's front door,
This then all a living secret, a raided casket,
That we now declare as TRUTH.

('In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, He was in the beginning with God, All things came into being through Him....And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overtake it.....And the word became flesh and tabernacled amongst us...This was He of whom I spoke...He who comes after me has been before me....He has declared Him...I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness...behold the lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world' John 1:1-1:29. TRUTH is the word. The word is the TRUTH. Who stole the word? Who stole the TRUTH? 'A living secret, a raided casket'. Who found the word? Who found the TRUTH? You did!)