no agenda

how very miniscule the world is,
all the reaches of the stars
throughout all of time,
compared with one instant of stillness.

breathless,
no one comes
to go

no thing comes
to pass

no stair well,
no ladder,
to Heaven
nor to hell

without an agenda...
let this be, dear one,

that is all

let it be,

without an agenda...

that is all

the all encompassing truth,
where ever you look,
whatever direction
you can possibly imagine

God is...
prior to "you"