Just Me
The karmic debts have all been paid.
The ghosts to rest are laid.
The freedom's light as thistledown,
Drifting softly o'er the town.
I tightly hug my thoughts to me.
My mind it wanders free,
I scarce believe I'm here at last.
Mingled present, future, past.
I turn the jewel round and round,
As down life's path I sound
The trumpets, bells with Angel voice
All come together to rejoice.
To feel all times together true.
How simple, pure, the demons slew.
This space is mine alone to fill.
To be whatever I be, at will.
And if I feel the sadness stab,
Just now and then I feel it grab,
And try to take me hold once more.
"Oh no" I cry, "there is the door"
For only love and joy abound.
Unconditional love around.
The only truth that I can see,
Is for you to be you, and I must be me.
So fetters gone and shackles broke,
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poem by Rosi Caswell
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