In the Grip of Divine Love

I am waiting
for enlightenment,
for the ecstasy of knowing,
of seeing you are everywhere
and now,
in me as well;
for the peace and security
of knowing my own divinity in you.

Why,
instead,
do I feel that I am drowning
in a sea of my own slime;


that some divine lifeguard
is lugging me to shore
out of a sense of duty,
that with luck I might get lifted out
but never up,
never free,
stuck forever
in the fiber of being.
Why do I bother with this struggle?
And why don't you just let me sink?


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