I've received so much, so here's to some sharing....
it cannot be done,
with fingers on 'board,
turning wild rivers,
into a fjord.
making mad letters,
sound like a chord,
love.....its expression,
can not be absorbed.
every good morning He gives me a taste,
a touch that's so gentle,i don't rush to haste,
in case this bright moment,
is led to its waste.
His wisdom astounds me,
this plan that He weaves,
to gently free ego,
from all he perceives.
each day i see now...just what He's planning,
gently preparing for ego's unmanning,
slowly, small doses His presence is known,
finally some day the ego'll be blown.
how do i tell them,
be patient be still,
the waiting and trusting,
'til all see His will
the battle, the battle, Dear Ahn is Your fight,
the war and its victory by all of Your might,
i love You, i love You, please take me home...
the ego is fearing, being on it's own.
i care not this madness,
and those who would blame,
who'd bring this arrangement,
to nothing but shame.
the words and the letters,
are chains with its fetters,
to only decieve you,
make things seem better...
oh wanderer oh seeker
oh brother and friend,
the ego is waiting,
to be with it's End.
but don't be disheartened,
through sorrow and strife,
'cause all Ahn is doing,
is giving you Life.
By: Inspiration.
Fingers: mine.
