What we see 

Is so limited,

What we believe

Is even more

Suspect,

What we sense

When the radiance

Of the audience wraps

Its invisible arms 

Around us, when

What we feel nudging

Us from behind and

Imploring us to do,

Lies before us,

And how to serve

Transforms our lives.

So for the moment I

Will believe nothing,

Yet, I will embrace 

With my outstretched

Arms the assignment

From angels and guides

That are embodied within,

As are my head and heart,

And even if I am busted

For praying, I will discover

Unknown rooms within me

That will sustain me as long

As I draw a breath in this life.

Bruce and the East Bay Dreamers