“Love is
The funeral pyre
Where I have laid my living body.
All the false notions of myself
That once caused fear, pain,
Have turned to ash
As I neared God.
What has risen
From the tangled web of thought and sinew
Now shines with jubilation
Through the eyes of angels
And screams from the guts of Infinite existence
Itself.
Love is the funeral pyre
Where the heart must lay
Its body.”
HAFIZ
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Sometimes we believe
the lie
Sometimes we believe
that we are not enough
that we are not loved
Sometimes we listen
to voices without and within
that cause fear and pain
sometime
all we are screams
our finitude
hopeless we
seek death in many forms
and yet
there is love
that love that permeates us
us
fills us
defines us
that love that is
God
the Sacred
that love that
burns away
that which would oppress
and minimize
and destroy
and leaves us
fresh and new
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If anyone is in Christ that one is a new creation
The old is over and gone
All has become fresh and new
II Corinthians 5:17
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