Synched

All sorrow
Is caused by 
The veiling of God

We can't find Her
In sermons or prayer
She has no ears

She isn't in good deeds
Saints and sinners 
Are One in Her

She isn't tethered
To Holy books or religion
Or martyrs or the humble

She is beauty 
And she is ugly 
She has no eyes

She is your sorrow
Your pain your grief
And your joy

Life and death
Don't exist in Her
So who is She?

She is pure Aliveness
One big heart pulsing
Waves of harmony

And whether we wake up
In pure Awareness
Isn't up to us

Graced with one glimpse
Synched my heart with Her
And ended me

But the body/mind
Still goes through the motions
And shit still stinks.

bjbeyers