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Dear God, I am so happy
in a deep and peaceful way,
continuing as always my struggle
to understand.

Thoughts that come I know are not my own,
but I know they're right,
teaching wisdom I never have had;

and a sense of pain,
pain I've also observed in others,
nonetheless, great trust,
a trust that appears so natural
as to have been born in.

As for me, I know I've been lucky
to have had a struggle
that I do not believe will be resolved,
but keeps me ever and always aware.

What I can't understand, my body does,
and I have learned never to fight it.
Instead I try to keep myself transparent,
so that light shines through.