grace is

grace is

now

everywhere

extending everywhere

there is nothing else

only a thought says something else

where would you

build your house?

on this tiny little thought

or in the midst of Reality?

my own mind

is my refuge,

the only friend i have

without this friend

i am lost

it is my own friendship,

my own Reality,

that i have been seeking

since time

began

the state of grace

i am

here is the end

of all mistakes

all war

all conflict

the root of all evil--

not money--

but lonesomeness

for my Self

for Truth

for what is

always

forever

the only thing

that truly lives

here is

the end

of blame

no one

needs to die,

to pay,

to suffer

Grace is