TRUE-FALSE QUIZ
Dedicated to The Work, by Byron Katie
I have the means to recognize--
that I am free!
But body-me and ego-me
just want peace, laughter, and
physical touch.
Presence without judgment, for a change.
My mind is so damn
busy and I want,
I need to REST IN GOD.
I need a miracle of REST--
lest I scream again
disturbing the peace again
of a multitude of souls.
Lord, have mercy!
December 17, 2023
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I completely, 100% relate to this, Martha. Amazing poetry.