We are not made of bone, blood and sinew.
Nor are we made of thought.
We arise from the breath of the Universe.
One need not to spend this life sleeping.
Running through a hell of our making...
Searching for the road out of this neither land.
While lost in slumber, we are forgetting
that we need no key to enter paradise.
The doorway always lies within.
If we are quiet
we can hear the Great One calling.
The steady Voice continually singing...
the constant lullaby...
"Come Home.
...I AM Here!"