MOMENTS OF REALIZATION
Dare we believe
We command our
Moments of realization,
Our moments of seizing truth?
Dare we?
Who commands
Such moments -
Not I surely,
Nor any other whom I know.
Such moments are bestowed -
Gifts they are,
Gifts from Sugmad
To Soul.
As such, they are earned -
Never commanded, never seized!
Only the most audacious,
The most ignorant,
Would dare boast such a claim!
Woe unto him who believes otherwise,
Woe unto him who claims otherwise!
Suffering it seems
Is yet another of Sugmad’s ways
Of growing consciousness!
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
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