
Divine Love.
Thundering into your Heart.
Like a thousand Wild Horses.
Overflowing.

Divine Love.
Thundering into your Heart.
Like a thousand Wild Horses.
Overflowing.

Her.
The Flame.
Dancing.
In His Vast Silence.
Undivided.

Coffee Cup Rings.
Cigarette Butts.
A Half Eaten Sandwich.
Milk going sour in the Fridge.
Absolute Divine Love.

Divine Love.
Isn’t just Butterflies and Roses.
Sometimes It’s also.
Harsh.
Painful.
Fierce.

All Shoulds.
And Should Nots.
Disappear.
Along with the Belief.
In a separate self.

You are magnificent.

Your True Father.
Is not the Human Being.
Who’s Sperm lead to your Conception.
Your True Father.
Reinvents you in Every Moment.
Your True Father.
Enables the Existence.
Of Every Atom.
Of Every Cell.
Of your Being.
In This Moment.
Makes every Brain Cell function.
Makes every Synapse fire.
IS.
Every Atom.
Every Cell.
Every Synapse.

The Taste on “your” Tongue.
Is not separate.
From Saturn and Jupiter.

This is about The Everyday.
Sacks Of Potatoes.
And Washing Up.
The Everyday.
Is The Divine Expression.
There is no separation.

There never was a separate self.
A Belief in a separate self.
Perhaps.
But.
There never was a separate self.