Big Chuck
Spiritually, he is one
At peace, he can rest
Cradled in Her arms
He awaits the best
He could have gone
He chose to stay
Lessons for us, as
We dance the ballet
of life, what is it?
We live in the physical
Absolute reality is
presence as spiritual
His body invaded
He prays forever
Reality is naked
His eyes rest on Her.
Else how can he stand
Lack of physical delight
Of book or song
Encased in his plight
She is there.
He sobs with his passion
His perception of Her
Is all I can imagine
The pleasure of his life
I enjoy alongside him
His life lived with Her
He walks as a hymn.
To Her loving kindness
Living life gently
Walk in Her presence
His key to spirituality.
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