For sixty years I have been forgetful,
every minute, but not for a second
has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.
I deserve nothing. Today, I recognize
that I am the guest the mystics talk about.
I play this living music for My Host.
Everything today is for the Host.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The Music
Posted by hannadiah at 7:22 AM
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