Myriad
are the ways of Truth, whose
presence shines through
all things,
all circumstances, all moments, always.
Trust only That, and this life, these
moments,
these circumstances, reveal That, and are, finally,
seen to be That itself. We are That.
And this play
of light
and shadow is a game with little Merit -
joyful in its play - yet
devastating when the die turns dark. The magic of this
world is in its transparency
to That -
its pain
is in its form - and
its suffering
in its forgetfulness of God.
Time is up. The hugest
grin, tears of love and a massive
belly laugh
- all await the awakening soul whose
inner Peace is
ripe for sole repast.
Eat of This, the inner
Stillness.
Time's game is over. The feast is prepared.
Know your Self.