
Lost
Sitting
With the Master
Floating along
On his words
I feel parts of me
Melt in his love
Overwhelmed
They disappear
More silence
Deepening
A smile appears
A memory
A fragmentation bomb
My body
Exploding
Into light
The Master
Looks at me
Have you lost yourself
Yes
Parts of me
Are lost
Letting go
Of what I thought was I
And no
Closer
am I
Finding more
Of what I really am
written in Dutch March 13" 2003
translated March 18" 2003
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