A mirror in every room, each one holding a color in the rainbow. Each one a reflection of love. She flew from one to another in search of herself. What really mattered, and what she came to see is blissful wisdom radiating from a peaceful mind. A butterfly takes flight, leaving behind a place for her to shine her light
A Fall From Grace
To what do we owe the FALL
from a state of grace and oneness, into illusion?
Why the separation in the first place? Was it Hunger?
As simple as tearing the husk from the corn,
meat from the bone, wanting to experience the aftertaste.
Was it the need to know the duality of the manifested?
What’s on the other side of the door, and if so,
why would it ever be that so occupied with pleasure, happiness,
and wellness, we invite pain, suffering, and illness to the party.
Could we have so overdosed on ecstasy
as to dream up the illusion of grief.
Where was the Almighty ALLinONE in all this?
With the lawyers maybe,
drafting up a few laws to go along with the fall:
the law of supply;
let’s let them think there’s never enough
the law of attraction;
how about they really don’t want what is good for them
the law of intention;
like wake every morning with an attitude
the law of compensation;
we make it so it never works out the way they thought it would,
and nobody reaps what they sow.
the law of growth;
feet firmly planted in reality – not going anywhere.
All leading to the law of impermanence –oops you’re outtahere!
The parties over, come back when you’re karmalized.
It’s all a joke, right!
Right in front of us, the answer staring back at us,
the emptiness is full of laughter and de-light
and what we assume to be darkness is simply
the absence of the sparkle in the ALLinONE’s eye
in contemplating the sentient one’s impertinence
in assuming it could be other than
What’s the illusion, the fall or the effect?
Why the cause before the be?
Why not settle for the sanity
of living in the light and letting it go at that.