These doors
Behind the seemingly small doors of my heart
The Ocean of Universal Love is
gathering
swelling
pushing.
The hinges of my heart are squeaking under the strain
the wood, cracking,
bulging.
I know its only a matter of time before Love crashes open
the doors.
So why am I afraid of opening the tiny
latch?
I am afraid of my annihilation in Love as much as
I crave it.
I am afraid of touching the Face of God as much as
I hunger to.
I know that once these doors
burst
There will be a million tiny pieces of me washed
along
The vistas of time.
I am
willing
to be washed
away.
The moment of death
When the moment of death comes,
and here is a secret:
Its already here.
When this moment comes, I will be
asking:
What was the quality of my Love?
How completely did I give my heart
away?
Did I hide from Love?
Or did I choose to Love with complete ecstatic
madness?
The answers to these questions will bring me
no judgment.
Only more
Love.
So let me now step up to this plate of Life
and give everything I have
all my Love
to this one moment!
My whole life is but one small moment of my Soul:
here forever, and forever
gone.
So let me turn the latch of this illusion
and let the flood
out.
Let me end the charade of hiding from my
magnificence.
Let me clothe myself in robes of
Light
and ride the winds of Infinity
home
to
Love.
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