We look for the divine
As though it were something outside us
We search for love
As though it’s something we are not
Somehow the process of arrival here
And the influence of those around us
Convinces us we are separate from
Those essential qualities
But they are us!
We are them!
We are so deluded
We spend our lives searching for what we are
And then, in the last gasp of being human,
There will be a moment of remembrance,
Oh! How could I have forgotten…
You are the divine, you are love,
Stop looking for it somewhere
You are it my beautiful friend.
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