Walking meditation

Crowd, flamingo,

I am what I am because of god

I am what I am, I am God

I am each step I am god as one

I am fusion, I am fused to

Hum, drum or rhythm

One dance, one person

The universe

Gods person, fused creation

See god walking

In the festival, among the crowd

A whole procession

See us moving in pink, all one person

One universe, round and round, as life or earth

Wandering flamingos.

The marvellous –

Me, us, we all LGBTIQ or whatever are spoken

A crowd, a cloud, beholden by the unbeholden

And we, together,

We’re all beautiful, rich, and blessed, gods angels

We are god, we are, are we not, brothers, sisters?

Am I not raelene

And you

And am I not God and you

Then both are or are not, however viewed, cannot the one that is bound by two

So you’re stuck, stuck with me

Stick thru like a sword

To the heart

Am I not you then, in your vein, and you not god?

Life open

I’m moon and ocean, from beginning to end

I’m an endless horizon

Head up and cheerful footsteps, I am god walking this walk with you

And woman of my dreams, God,

You’ll just be the moon I view

I’ll show you, I’ll point

Then it’s yours too

I give you knowing that’s True

Point to your heart

Heart of a moon

Synchronisation,

Moon, crowd, life itself and you

Beholding the unbeholden

Sees itself – god, everywhere in sight, in a Sunday morning poem, and the Sunday morning poem sees you, unbeholden by your view

I see God

I am what I am

I am asking myself questions

Like why this unhappy fate

I am, no magic or science

One is becoming two, two is becoming one

One is coming to be one

I am

The fate of birth death and sweet life’s love

Be, become, I come