Entrusting My Soul

And even though I enjoy those baths of emptiness and have delight through the practice of negating everything,
And when I wave the flags of vanity with the verve and velocity of zealous disciples,
in the deep secret of my heart, as I lay on the extreme edge of sleep,
it is to God that I entrust my soul.

©FJ Dec 2023
Recueils / Participation/ Groupe de Pratique

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      1. the more I grow, the less I know
        and I didn’t start really high on the knowledge ladder.
        Blessed ignorance speaks to me.
        and I listen, sometimes.

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