The Estaury

There is a barren land

where the self is the I Am

A parched corpse

Aimless in the desert

Then I saw the trickle

The Water's unearthly gleam

Flicker in my spirit

it captivated me

A touch, a taste

An inmost need

Where Water called

to the waters within me

Trickle to stream

river to estuary

At the end of the ground of me

The ocean of Him, endless infinity

Dimensions beyond comprehension

letting go of preconceived notion

I plunge into Truth depths

A drop back into its Ocean

Saturated satisfaction

Joy seeps into me

Such freedom within Him

A part of His identity

I move as He moves

Effortlessly

His current my path

walks me into destiny

His aim is my purpose

His glory my delight

His heaven within me

Carrier of the Light

- RHS