Can it be coincidence
This nagging conviction
Can it be true that you are the center,
the goddess of truth, the oracle of eternity
that conjures up this existence in your own image
unsmooth, imperfect, incomprehensible
Is it only a matter of time
before you understand,
know and embrace your own doing
and give the unconditional love
that is required of you
This affinity in all things,
this ecstasy conquering separateness
Is it illusion made of thought
Mind spawning body
You are the goddess and will be for all time
When all that is.. will be dust