Sometimes it's hard to be
in a place of divinity.
but as I take the jacket of
my body off and hang
its arbitrary limbs afar
leaving behind just a pulse
of being which isn't dead
or alive -
A presence is all when said
A presence of neither this
World or any dread -
But having found my body
hanging by itself and my
limbs no longer mine or
any wish that I might have
said,
a place in my heart
resounds a peace,
a strand, a cord
a Hopeless place of
Divinity.