Self-preservation
Is like quicksand
On the road
Towards universal liberation.
But keep sinking.
Lose yourself.
Taste the goodness
That awaits.
Interconnectedness
The Great Light
Carries me
Beyond material sight
To see
The inseparable we.
Can you let
Awareness be
The hand that
Pours you back
Into Oneness
With Life?
Can you allow
The ocean of Love
To consume you
And then live
From inside its belly
Like a baby?
Don’t talk.
Just coo.
Read aloud
What’s written
On the pages
Of every soul
You meet
And one day soon
You will be
Fluent in Love.
Step inside
The world
Of your neighbors
Through the
Portal of Love.
Be a tree,
A toad,
Be humanity.
Love,
Ever so gently,
Smashes me
Into 10 billion pieces
To show me
Its universal oneness.
Where is your
Whole self
To be found?
It is not scattered
About as ideals
In your mind,
But resting,
In one piece,
At the depths
Of all beings.
So, go!
Connect with others.
And dig deep.
The beauty of being
Is not anything to be seen.
It is the whispers
Of Life’s invitation
To touch another’s heart
And us obliging.
Aaahhh.
Feel that beauty.
The beauty of being
Is not anything to be seen.
It is the whispers
Of Life inviting
Us to touch
Each other’s heart
And at least one of us obliging
I do not know many things
And who I am, keeps unfolding
But today
I am a hug prophet
And I have a message for you:
Someone will hug you today
And it will be the same one
Who is, in this very moment,
Waiting
Waiting for your arms
To wrap around their heart.
So, go ahead.
Be the fulfillment
Of this day prophet’s prophecy.
It is written.
Path to Being 