Pain came to mind
But not to heart
In my chest was only
The small still voice
Of unconditional Love.
I cannot believe they convinced me
That Awareness gets jealous
I cannot believe they convinced me
That God was someone else.
For the first time I worry
That I may have hurt my enemies
And I am surprised to learn
That I have forgiven them.
In the mirror
I see only that which sees
I like what I see
And so does he
So we set up chairs
Cross our legs
And behold in each other
That in which we abide
Within ourselves.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
Pain came to mind
But not to heart
In my chest was only
The small still voice
Of unconditional Love.
I cannot believe they convinced me
That Awareness gets jealous
I cannot believe they convinced me
That God was someone else.
For the first time I worry
That I may have hurt my enemies
And I am surprised to learn
That I have forgiven them.
In the mirror
I see only that which sees
I like what I see
And so does he
So we set up chairs
Cross our legs
And behold in each other
That in which we abide
Within ourselves.
