Phantoms in the mist

I have met
And shared countless meals with
Spent long hours in
Enraptured conversation
With the most powerful being

I have looked deep into
Those magnificent eyes
That sees only love and forgiveness
The face of unending gentle kindness
That never turns away from me

Truly it is from
The heart center that flows
A force so powerful that it
Rocks to the deepest foundations
This entire multi-verse

Love is the only force
Of all that is

You are
            This being of infinite power
You are
            The most powerful force
            That rocks this ‘verse
You are
            The love that is all that is;
            and, so am I

This is the only real power
It lives at the core of all
If flows freely and unrestrained
From you to me, and back again

All that appears powerful
Outside of this
Is illusory
Phantoms in the mist

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There, then not

The love we cannot see That sings and dances Right under our noses There Then not Or so we we believe Gracefully intertwined Through Cells, heart and spirit This is the love that knows us This is the love we all know is there We feel it deep in our bones But, we say that we do not Yet Inwardly we all know It is this This love That sets us all free

Greed Kills

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