"let it be" he said

when I look at you the question (What is it all for?) that plagues my inner self reduces to nothing. the prospect of a personal god becomes an empty crusade, and a simple connection with the Cosmic Mind (I am that I am) is enough. suffering is an ephemeral dream, a dark hovering cloud of heavy thunder and rain. it will always pass if we but listen to the rain on a tin roof and love its gentle pitter-patter. speaking words of wisdom a wise man sings (Let it be) and the path to the unseen becomes more real than real. yes, when I think of you I see it all and more. I know myself: flawed, still full of fears unbroken. yet... when we're together, the union - perfect.