And So It is
and so it is
and so it is
that now
only a facsimile
of me
goes on
into the night
only the depths
of light within
that animate this shell
are real
and there is breath
and action and non-action
and none of it is me
none of it is real
even though I seem to live and breathe
it is not so
and so it is
only a facsimile
of me
goes on
into the night
only the depths
of light within
that animate this shell
are real
and there is breath
and action and non-action
and none of it is me
none of it is real
even though I seem to live and breathe
it is not so
and so it is
only God
is all there is.

Your poem. Your painting. Enlightening. Freeing. Thank you for sharing.
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