Please offer me an insight—
you ache to know the seam
where right unravels wrong.
Look in the mirror, my child,
and tell me what you’ve done.
Forgiveness is not an act,
not something learned or played.
Forgiveness is a wave
that moves through you, unafraid.
No talent for disguise—
I was never here to please.
If you speak with me, my darling,
and listen to what you know beneath,
you may find your insight
not in wondering why,
but in the truth
that quietly replies.
There were moments I longed to nudge you,
tilt your chin toward the way.
But I trust the shape of learning—
you’re seeing clearer every day.
There is beauty left to stagger you,
joy you’ve barely begun to explore.
Turn your question into an answer
and feel
what your heart already adores.
Each small beetle and its bruise,
each human mess they choose—
it’s not for you to judge the weight,
it’s for you to love the shape.
And in the loving,
there’s your answer.
Your heart is widening its doorway,
learning how to hold the many.
There is your answer, love:
the loving,
the lover,
the beloved.
Let this be your only labor now:
to merge with the One,
where lover and beloved
become one.
Merge with love itself.
Let your heart be your guide.
There is no need for disembodied spirits
on this ride.
Only frequency, coherence,
merging, union, the one-ness.
Surrender all your questions
and give up what is still left then.
Become one with the creator,
the breath you breathe will bring you closer.
Give up the body you are wearing
and the mind that makes you a slave.
What are you left with?
Only oneness.
Not an act of expression,
but a collapse into the union.
Union, whole and free.
The space where you are still,
still alive beyond the body,
still alive beyond the mind,
still alive beyond the soul,
alive beyond the end of time.
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