His Gift

It’s for all of us 

Or none of us 

There is no way to divide it 

It’s accepted in its fullness 

Or rejected wholesale 

It can never be 

Just for me 

Like the softest blanket 

It falls over everyone 

It enfolds us all 

Leaving nothing uncovered 

Perfectly satisfying 

Wholly consuming 

No gap or separation possible 

Golden threads woven together 

Love is always here 

Given with the gift of awareness  

When we will understand this 

Is the mystery. 

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