Swing At Me Poem by Trunami ...

Being asked 'how do I know this',
'how do I know that'....Because the knowledge,
like this life, was given to me.
And by disowning ego and really listening,
so much more equals to
the constancy that proves itself.
And its comforting, joyous and
causes laughter when a couple
of principles is all it takes.
Then the truth makes a showing.
Universal nature and wisdom
(along the lines of Aurelius) has revealed
to me such ego of self, asserting
ever sitting with God is unfounded.

Who could forget being loved
by love itself? Not even Jesus
when human. Like him, I would know
if I ever lived in heaven. Yet
substenance and peace hug me,
and at moments like this
I am completely free in spirit.
Just like a runaway wisp of smoke
moving through all essense. Swing at me
and send me places I wish to know.