your true identity.
Admit its present radiance—its right
to coexistence with the only light,
the central sun of Love.
the dark imaginings
so subtly conjured out of nothingness.
Refuse to entertain a host of lies—
the ghosts of hearsay dressed up in disguise,
coming from nowhere
with nowhere to go.
The light can see no shadows
nor can you.
The laser-beam of Love can cut right through
the tensed-up pressures
that would find in shade
some substance which
was never really made.
this moment of well-being:
it's now, it's here!
Be very still and feel
How close and sure and vivid is the spark
that kindles your acknowledgment of light—
The Love-dimension, which outshines the dark.