MY ABODE

Where do I abide?
Ask me this, oh man, and I answer,
Within the pit of thy heart;
Within all things that possess Love---
For I am Love!
Within all things that be hate---
For I am a part of hate;
Within all things that be sorrow---
For I am a part of sorrow;
Within all things that be joy---
For I am joy!
Within all things that be labour---
For I am labour.

Oh, wherein do I abide?
Within all things that be creation---
For I am a part of all creation.
No man hath me tethered unto him,
Nor am I clothed of flesh habiliments;
Yet am I singing, like a lost echo
From the past, which hath returned,
Faintly, almost mutely uttering---
Yet am I resurrected of Love,
And become clarion clear,
Thru the throat of another.

Oh, wherein do I abide?
Ask this, oh man, and ask thy spirit,
Wherein it doth abide?
For it disports itself awry from thy wisdom,
And is no part of flesh-wisdom;
It is a part of Creation, even as I,
And we---thy spirit and mine---are fellows!
Deny it!

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