"Like weary waves, thought flows upon thought,

but the still depth beneath is all thine own"

George macDonald (1824-1905)




The Spirit of the One

 

 

We all share the Spirit of the One

 

the source of all movement

 

Like the ocean and its waves

 

The sun and its light

 

The fire and its flames

 

Separation is the optical

 

 illusion of our consciousness

 

The heart is always resting in His

 

but spellbound by the mirage of "me"

 

this is impossible to see

 

 





Poetry by Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-09-23 at 00:02

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Reading this was a soft and gentle pleasure.
2011-09-23



Another thing of beauty, NT.
I feel, as I often feel, that any comment from my humble self cannot do full justice to your brilliance. The line 'The heart is always resting in His' is so comforting to me tonight. I shall recall it before I lay me down to sleep.
The dove of peace smiles upon you; applause :>)
2011-09-23