In stillness,
in silence,
I empty myself.
No, it is more like this:
in this gift of stillness, of silence
I am emptied,
a divine hand,
tipping the glass of me,
a welcome libation,
pouring forth ego, illusion, separation.
In stillness, in silence--
empty--
I await the filling.
God fills me.
I brim with God
and all is God.
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