On this windy, rainy day The final veils lift Love and not love Are love Giving and receiving Are one--there is no other Everything that manifests Falls back into our Universal Soul And rises over and over
The ground of our Being Is boundless love/compassion It is our divine nature Anger/fear/hate/violence/greed Thoughts, beliefs, emotions Are known by our divine nature As 'thought clouds' obscuring The unchangeable clear sky Causing suffering
Once seen, once aware There is no escaping Truth There is only Love Ignorance is just doing "not Love" But is dependent on Love to be known There is only Love all else is Made of clouds It is so simple Give up all that tethers you Risk not-knowing
It is easy to stay in the clouds All of your friends and family Are living there--searching for Peace, love, joy, contentment The neurotic angst is addicting And a billion dollar industry-- Selling you health and happiness It is hard to just stop And push the clouds aside But it is the most loving thing to do.
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