Pregnant with the possibilities my heart in its freedom invents,
I experience awe that 'I' should be so graced and so forgiven.
To be in service continues to reveal itself as 'the Way',
always returning the giving manyfold increased to 'me'.
How then could I not allow the release of the old, the past, the feared?
How then could I not allow the receipt of the present, the whole, the freed?
And where within the 'me' lies unseen the remnant saboteurs of peace's union?
"Nowhere that is real", I hear the quiet answer,
and recognize it as True.