8/16/08
O those throes
Of loves
That come and go
Of life
Filled or sprinkled with strife
Though not Here, in Truth
They're "there"
Attacking and defending
As endings seemingly without ending
Pretending to be you
Upon your request
At your behest
To play with and taste
Believe it or not
Not just as something forgot
But because of fun's way
Yet then to decide
If it really feels right
Does it coincide?
With Who You Are As Light?
And if not, which has to eventually be the case
For All
To, then, gracefully
Thankfully
Let it all go
Coming Home
To True Love's Within
Where and When
You've already, always Been
Copyright (c) Divine Love c/o Michael Mayer 2008
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