My hand is stopped – I am so free. So free of the painful belief in motion. Never more will my mind make dreams to dance. Dead to life and alive to death, I’ve a new heart – so free, not of my making, not of anything, seen by darkness, felt by boundlessness, known by unknowing. Will you flow onto this empty plain with Me – so free, or stand alone, longing?
My hand is stopped—
Originally published: Jul 2003