True face
The question "Who am I?"is whispered through my being
in a flash it is realized
that I can never be what I think I am
and thus thoughts stop
left is the sense of being
in a stillness that sings
a presence without a begining or an end
an emptiness full of peace
nothing to say
nothing to do
still action takes place
from this empty grace
Know this true face
Poetry by Nils Teodor
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2010-08-09 at 10:12
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