|- 2007 mixed media from my journals -|
And sipping some water, she said,
"Who do you love more,
Me or yourself?"
She wanted the truth.
So he replied, "I can't love myself,
I don't exist anymore.
I'm like a ruby held up to the sun
Melting into one redness.
Can you tell the gem from the world
When a ruby gives itself to sunlight?"
That's how holy ones can truthfully say
I am God.
So be a ruby at dawn
And hold to your practice.
Keep up the work, digging your well
Until you strike water.
Hang a ruby in your ear
And it will be the sun.
Keep knocking at the door
And joy will look out the window
To let you in.