In the face of provocation,
I can be love.
As I walk beneath tree canopies and streams of light,
It is easier to be love.
In the fire of ignorance,
I can be love.
As the mist of the waterfall clings to my face,
It is easier to be love.
As my ego strives to 'be right',
I can be love.
As I gaze upon the dew-coated lilly,
It is easier to be love.
As surprise pulls at my harmony,
I can be love.
As my sight is dazzled by diamonds in the snow,
It is easier to be love.
As I allow my awareness to wander,
I can be love.
As the mountains sway alive with the wind,
It is easier to be love.
As I prepare my ego for its ultimate disappointment,
I am love.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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