Struggle

For some it is about a struggle to gain power
To be able to do this or that.
And in that struggle comes the pride
I can do this and I can do that ........
But as well comes the little gnawing fear
That others might make of it but little
And be able to do so much more.

And always the temptation is to push
Into the world of look at me ....... see what I can do.

Alone and sometimes lonely
Yet quelling that with the inner Connections
Stand those of the true Power ...... the power to Be.
To Be that which I Am.
Nothing more no trumpet calls ......
But naught less either.

For that I am goes back to the Source
And the One mantled as Creator
Becomes the All with all that that entails;
The ability to do all
But not to be lost in the illusion of the doing.

Not to succumb to the siren song
Of identifying oneself with any power or ability,
But with the Being standing forth ......

The Being ......
O so much More .
For the Being is One with the All
And when we try to give it a name
The closest we can come is Love.

But what a love .......
So much more than mere mortals might speak of
For it takes us far Beyond
Into the realm of the gods
And not being lost in the Maya
We find our purpose in being that which we Are
And stand true to Self
And Be

So paltry the words ........
So wonderful the Union .......
For when the All and the One Combine
We Become Whole .......
And words fail.


"And 'LOVE' was all he could say"



Namaste (my Spirit Bows to your Spirit)