
Once Divine Love enters your cells
And permeates your being
There isn’t room
For anything else
The desire to lose weight
Or to somehow look better
Gone
All the busy, busy
To improve, to find happiness
Gone
All the accumulated experiences
Mean nothing
All the judgments and preferences
Gone
All fear–is fear of death
But there is no death
You are not your body
There is just this perfection of Love
That wears many guises
A oneness that mind splits into two
The dance of opposites
But the hearts heals
Into one again
So to be in ‘love’ or to be in ‘not love’
Is the same
After the healing.