Sonnet 3

There is a river pouring forth from me
Its surface wide I cannot stop the flow
I thought myself the source how could I know
That what's a part the whole it does not see.
An undiscovered power of the mind
Which sparks a deeper creativity
Is but a small part of a mystery
Its origin obscure and undefined.
The current does not recognize the stream
It thinks itself autonomous; its goal
To reach the ocean drawn on by the whole
The dreamer gains awareness of the dream
Spontaneously overwhelming me
This consciousness of Love's ubiquity.