Doris Trinidad © Now and Lifetimes Ago 2000
It all goes back to Oneness.
Go back to the serpent of the fruit
and the idyll of the lowest bower
When the One was thought to be sundered
which gave rise to the thought of the Other,
who for tedious time forgot who he was
and is. In truth nothing changed.
God is still Himself,
separation the myth that never was
and we are one.
If we can remember, and we will,
this world-that-is-not winds wearily on,
but we are tired of the fiction
we are created maimed
and all must die.
Wake up from the dream of an ancient blight
and recall that once and forever
we are kindred to light
born of the Father Who never forgot.
If we can remember,
and we will,
we shall know that no one who is of God
can hurt another nor hurt himself,
much more impossibly hurt God
Who knows nothing of the gargoyles we dream
and waits for our awakening.
The truth is it is we who await
our remembering.
A miracle did not happen yesterday
nor will it happen tomorrow
because Now is its only home . . .
When the miracle happens
it does not to you alone
but to others you may not even know
and they will then bless you,
in countless circle of love.
let us create miracles every moment
to scatter on the unforgiven world.
Only this we need to say:
Give me your blessing, holy Son of God;
I would behold you with the eyes of Christ
and see my perfect sinlessness in you.
And thus arrive
where we have always been
the simulated journey wound,
where end has reached beginning
and remembering is full:
there is no need for miracles.
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