When I am not here,
Someone wondrous here comes,
A presence of Peace,
A being of Love.
When I am not here,
A hush of quiet rings true,
No more needing or wanting,
No more I. No more you.
When I am not here,
There is nothing to know,
No ideals to reform,
No more places to go.
When I am not here,
Every place is my home,
The answer to all,
Found in the unknown.
When I am not here,
I answer a knock at the door,
A question arises,
‘But surely there’s more?’
When will the knock cease?
When will Truth reign free?
Perhaps with surrender to the I,
For nothing it be.