Sometimes the Spirit comes to rest in us
the moment is blessed eternally
we are formed inwardly by a great mystery
drawn to love’s beauty.
Here we are created to receive and give,
experience and nurture, love.
We are to heal and regenerate
the universe of which we are part
loving life’s creator with our personal
and collective being and becoming.
A spirit journey in the flesh
where every encounter and experience
is communion with creation
and resolution of the conflict between
duality and what truly matters
Fear and madness, violence and despair
a history of suffering and enthrallment
mindlessness and addiction
may stand in the way
but on this gray day in the yellow green leaves
with the trunks of the trees black beneath them
love finds us, lighting the way out of pits and traps.
In the end as well as now
Love is the measure
by which we are judged
Love is the judge of all we do.
The instructions are clear and spirit sweet:
Love the mystery like no other and
love the other as self
then for us and our descendants
all shall be well