God Is Here Before You Think God.

Only the slow survive, a lazy spirit calls you from beyond/inside. When far off church bells call, must you respond? You have seen the sights, drunk it all in and even tasted rain but...cant help shake the feeling...It's all inside, every beauty seen, every fine painting is within. All the wistful hours by the shore the heart pounding with the waves...effortless come and go of things...is inside. I see you in the invisible realm when our eyes meet, I feel your pulse fellow human in how you stride, pride or no pride magickal. You have been in secret...remembering what you forgot, "Oh yeah... I just think I am this thing I am imagining I am." This man or woman or none of the above, in love. It's a matter of trust in rain, she loves us and will come again when called. Until then we are always at the edge of a sea inside and the tide brings mist. And we are kissed and loved and the seagulls tell us of the power of play, that sacred thing, that cure for suffering and the True Stone. Only God is alone.