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