Appointed

the goose is flying on her appointed route,
even the "lost" one

isn't the "lost" sheep
a call for the Shepherd?

lay claim to nothing

it is
as it is

can it BE more clear
or simple?

what is,
is your friend,
your very Self

the fearful one
wants nothing but release
from fear

the trembling one
does not ask for death,
but for Love,
for truth,
for safety

can you just hear him?
let him speak?

nothing to fear,
this little child:

it's not as
you think it is

Oh Savannah!
the goose is flying
on her appointed route,
everything in perfect order

the world,
every detail,
a perfect reflection
of your mind

just watch
your shadow,
and see
she always goes
where you go

the trumpeting is you,
the whisper
is you

here is the end
of all suffering

it only takes one
to have a war

i'm the one

so very very good to know

now peace
is possible


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