A Meditation

Deep within the confines of my mind,

The window with the Sun against my side,

I glanced a piece of nothing there

And knew it was my pride.

Where does one go, where is one?

Then asking ‘is it me’,

I cried ten thousand thousand tears,

I’d touched this Unity.

The heartache and the reverence,

The godhead standing near,

I knew there was no settlement,

The cost was much too dear.

How does one loose this evil,

This bitter sense of shame?

Where did I part from Oneness,

Or is it all the same?

Written in the mid-1980s, London.