The Chant

I am. I am. I am.
The chant goes on
without a variation
becoming then an incantation
sinking deeper as one voice
in utter harmony
rises into starlit skies
announcing an epiphany of being

Enunciate more clearly now
for the edges of reality are blurring
and desire, ever burning deep within
is seeking its release
I am. I am. I am.
and deepest memory is called
into our being once again

I am these eyes
that see both far and near
Infinite, the clarity of soul
Ancient as the desert sands that blow
o'er pyramidal structures of posterity
within one crystal glowing endlessly
in the light and love of all infinity

I am. I am. And I will always be
a gateway to eternity
for all who dare to seek
this ever infinite embrace
within the vast totality of being

I am. I am. But who . . . ?
Ah child, can't you see . . . ?
I am you and you are me
gathering the splendor of all soul
within a growing unity
of pure awareness

I am I am I am I am . . .
The chant goes on
uniting every variation
in one undiluted form
of soul's elation


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