Walking Around

There are Twelve steps on the Path of Love.
Some are taken to perfect the love of Oneself.
Some are taken to perfect Our love of Others,
Who, let’s be real here, are just You, incognito.
Such a trickster You are, Beloved!
Catching you out of the corner of my bluest eye,
I spill the coffee,
Watching us repairing the World.

 
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Grandfather is worried about ants and cockroaches on the sill. But gives no care to the air and nothing for the river. How many here are like this? Playing the wars of the last generation? /separations/ How many avatars and prophets do... Continue →