The heart says
Do not fear
Even if the danger seems imminent.
You must act
For the body’s safety
And as the conscience decrees,
Of course and most wisely,
But not from fear,
Not from an idea of future doom.
For the future is unborn,
Made of imaginings
And infinite potential
And all the combined karmas of the world:
And who can know that conundrum?
The now, however, is filled with love
And made of love
And witnessed by love,
And so too are all possible futures
Despite the dark veneers
That might come to pass.
And surely these dark illusions
Will tempt and prod
And precipitate
Any knot of fear held within the body,
Inviting the mind
To follow their bitter prospectuses
To a seemingly pitiful demise.
And perhaps you will be ensnared,
Caught fearful and flapping,
Making up facts
To fit the worry
You’ve whisked into a maelstrom.
Yet, you might pause
When fear offers its seductive hand,
Pause in the precious moment,
A moment with no past
Or combined future,
Just the here
In being and beauty –
A beauty never once touched
By fear’s tarnishing word.
And in this quite,
The heart’s voice
Offers silence
In a hundred multiples of love,
And fills the dawn
And itself in one
As love is unveiled
In its entirety,
Ever unfettered,
Never annulled
And never ever diminished.
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