When the universe speaks
There is a flow of happiness
For in its voice is wisdom
Saying: please join the great river of joy
Ever flowing outward,
Like mildest breath of fresh air
Come to lighten us.
In this, all mens’ hearts are one,
All womens’ hearts are one,
All hearts inconceivably connected.
And even the fractious mind
Busy conceptualising everything separate
Is not shunned or shamed,
And even this is untruth
For busy mind is but love conscripted,
Love’s energy veiled.
For what could exist
Who in God is beyond
Where is this outside,
This place cut off
And separated from the wholeness?
What wholeness could wholeness be
If there was another in the realm?
And where else would we look for wholeness,
But in wholeness,
There being nothing but
Its infinity in which to be?