Thursday 4 December 2014

The self which does not die

Raw primal energy streams through
Dearest, sweetest god-child
Does not know and innocence trusts
Encounters road blocks at every turn
Shame on you, bad, bad, bad…
Prism now where light was clear
Retreats, submerges, implodes, explodes
Yes, wounded, betrayed by love
Pain runs deep, no-one cares
No-one sees the one true face
Masks are worn instead
Who is who and where is Love?
Anger distracts
Detachment justifies
Something slowly dies
“No, wake up, you’ve work to do!”
Primal energy regenerates
Feels its way to truth
Sees through the masks
Sees through the pain
Sees horizon of a new vision
Of earth as one with heaven
Fortitude now, awakened
Tempered in the fires
Gossamer fine
One touch, one glance
Love’s power
Always present
In that and from which all things arise

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