By Tryphena Louise Williams (c) 2011
(Within one are many folds as each fold of history past collapses within the worlds of its foundation all is crushed for the good of all ~ within the destruction new love is to be born, our feelings of loss are the birthing of our ability to be love. We look around this outer world of ours to see the suffering of its past relent yet love will rise from within the ashes of its tears shed in loss. In my inner worlds much is stirring my outer world; I felt the pain within my chest of past habits of cause)
The ocean folds, its unfolding wavesWave within wave, of relentless calling
Test after test, life’s heaving chest
Ocean waves sent forth, cleanse the mess
Wisdom the waves, its fall and rise
All tests as given, open life’s eyes
Love, to love, ever its only sound
The cloth of worn, its cloak surrounds
Bygone past of life's timeless sleep
Wakens the child, for its love to keep
Tests of passion in lower world, its find
Lost forever the thinking, taunts of mind
Not neither to question, nor to reason why
All truth as given, via a loving spiritual eye
Poetry expressing, its sequence of old
As wisdom is given, from within its fold
Not all to know, the time of spend
Loves on a journey, beyond its end
Life's not to be feared, it is to be loved
Love its tender, a message from above
A Master's hand, for all love to seek
Wisdom known, not for the meek
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