1/24/11
To not be nice
To live from vindictiveness and spite
Merely points to those particular points in life
When the offering or receipt of love, wouldn't suffice
And so, as history goes
Such are the throes
Of generational woes
Of which the chain can be broken, though, when each moment becomes the perfect time to live what forgiveness, in Its foreverness, already knows
That each and every pain
And with it every single stress, tear and strain
Is but fear's illusory game
To separate inseparable Peace, always loving in the Same
Copyright (c) Divine Love c/o Michael Mayer 2008
To not be nice
To live from vindictiveness and spite
Merely points to those particular points in life
When the offering or receipt of love, wouldn't suffice
And so, as history goes
Such are the throes
Of generational woes
Of which the chain can be broken, though, when each moment becomes the perfect time to live what forgiveness, in Its foreverness, already knows
That each and every pain
And with it every single stress, tear and strain
Is but fear's illusory game
To separate inseparable Peace, always loving in the Same
Copyright (c) Divine Love c/o Michael Mayer 2008
No comments:
Post a Comment