To learn of a truth is one thing;
to become it is quite another.
But when you least expect it, you
will arise
to gaze at such a splendor in the
sky.
And the knowingness of this
truth,
through the peace of
being,
will become a reality one fine
morning.
Then all of the words, the
confusion,
the anger, the rejection of
self,
the complexities of understanding
God,
the searching, the books, and the
teachers will have ended
in quiet through a profound
realization
that has no words.
Your morning is coming, as came
mine.