Loveless-ness undone

The blight of sin brings,
pervasive lack of light.
All things are turned to hate,
and none so hateful as this self.

Shunning light is but
calling for darkness
to cover the love in which such hurt is felt
with thoughts of any self regard,
to put the hate outside,
that some fragment of a self
can grasp at a moments relief,
amidst inescapable torment.


Truth in stillness,
most intimate,
does not know
such maddening mind
excepting to remind you of this:

What do you desire be true?

For here is the way illusion rose
to fascinate an entranced attention.

And yet here now are the steps retraced,
before a split in mind occurred.

Give way to what is always wholly given,
and let all things be released
to speak of life anew.

There is no other Life than this,
that Lives and Moves and Knows its Being.

O Living Love.







in Gratitude

Brian