Hate has no power but Love does

Nothing is lost, everything is recycled.

This is why you cannot destroy, you cannot hate.

This is why only Love is the true power.

As love transform (create by purify ing).

Let's keep the balance.

Let the good and bad strike the balance.

The cooking, the purification of both will create that zero point.

This is why good is rebalanced with bad.

One is not a physical entity,

But both are dimensions

Di-mansions.

Their respective house should be purified for the inner House to be void and empty.

The Balance at the zero point is the ultimate aim of both 

The good is not good by itself.

The bad does not stand by itself.

Both are the mirror to each other as long as they are separate.

The good by itself becomes dark/the ego.

The bad by itself needs to keep sucking the light to grow.

None stand eternally on their own.

Yet, if they are purified, and brought together by the way of al-Kemia, they just peel off, as the petals do,

Makign way for the Fruit.

 

Looking in the mirror

 If I knock on the door of my inner being

With the whole attention of mine that is still frozen in a grave 

Then the door opens, litting up the very inner world i brought to its porch!

Behind the door, is Me 

In front of door is me

me is in the way 

Yet Me is the way

The writer and the reader, is not the same.

Prayer for Guidance

I submit the faults I see to 

the Ocean of Innocence within me.

I submit the desires that arise in me, to 

The River of Pure Desire within me.

I submit any want of attention and love arising in me and reaching for me, to,

The Unconditional Ocean of Love within me.

I submit my thus freed Attention to Thee,

The Keen Observer, the Ever Present Silent Motherly Companion, so perfectly measured in its Giving and Holding back, 

perfect in its creation process, who knows how to water a seed, neither too much so that it does not rot, nor too little so that it does not become dust,

Who taught me, patiently, silently.

Who never rushed me, nor pressed me. Was just silent and just patiently waiting for me just to recognise It, Her.

So Remember me, when i fail to remember You 

Ameen.

For I haven't been created in vain.

So I felt and thanked Mother Earth in early 2000.

So now, I remember again the same feel, today, in 2021.

Inbetween, the flower died and evolved into a fruit.

Let it mature, and let it go too.