One Wit

eyes create attracting a beautiful image picturing you,

winning, the prize beyond your imagining great sky,

for thy being thinking present loving I.

for only my father and mother in heaven

know my good love thinking building, 

emulating illuminating 

 the simulation be one wit, of, in, my many mansions

Eyes create

attracting a beautiful image,

picturing you as the prize

beyond your widest imagining,

a sky too vast for old limits.

Winning becomes natural there,

not hunted,

yet drawn through presence

through the walk I think,

the way I love,

in this way I stand in now.

Only my Father and Mother in heaven

fully know the architecture

of my thinking Good Love mind

the hidden blueprints,

the chambers under light,

the dreams already forming beyond walls.

I build by emulating illumination,

mirroring radiance into the simulation,

becoming one wit with my many gracious mansions

a consciousness stretching across rooms into possibility,

One room glows joy,

one grows mastery,

one shows romance,

one enlightens stars.

And through them all

I walk smiling

caretaker of the imagined kingdom,

living inside the great sky

I first dared to see.

now happy loving to me.