There of a warmth that all life craves
It nimbly haunts life amid it's days.
This warmth as light can see beyond
The need of life to be so long.

For with such warmth to fill this way
It becomes too difficult to really say
There exists any need for more than that.
And if it may, is it an unflawed fact?

In fact this warmth feeds so much life
And radiates it's spell as it steals away night.
Burying the empty darkness within
It's bundles of broad untold dimensions.

Yet it hides some self and some despair
Aware there are some things that will not be shared.
Not so much sharing and nothing like caring.
Not in much exposure, masquerading composure.

Then beats a warmth within the chest
If thought as an evolving perpetual test.
Within to pass, without to fail -
Reckless, or lost, or empty and pale.

Two as one if one were two.
May well it be purpose, not goal.
So seen, as which empties the pool.
Without such, great result to soul.

Does it beat or quietly light.
Directing it's vessel to such burning?
To confound the mind?
For it is relaxed, contrite,

While keeping it's order of churning.

As one of three and three the same
We well in time may believe it.
But to recognize it's standing fame
As of something known, yet concealed.
Or unveiled within another name
But forevermore it is verily the same.
And as it is, this different name
Is understood more broadly;

 As one of three and three the same
We well in time may believe it.
But to recognize it's standing fame
As of something known, yet concealed.
Or unveiled within another name
But forevermore it is verily the same.
And as it is, this different name
Is understood more broadly;

Time and space are thought the same
With thought it's revealing offspring.
Yet thought is ever, more, the name
Of prayers and heartfelt offerings.

Is not creation substance of thought?
Does creation not reflect thought?
So does space and time differ?
And so what difference is matter?
Except that it does not matter.
Without the warmth in light
Knowledge melds not its basis
Into all of creation.

For it is, not so just, that.
Known then from whence all sprang
And so clear all becomes.
Such do we now see the light?

The light is the warmth.
The warmth wills the heart.
The hearts melt fills the soul.
The soul finds it's mate.

Mated and bonded two as one.
May well it be purpose, not goal.
So seen, as which empties the pool.
Without such, great result to soul.

And so creations measure is filled.
And so fills the cup with light.
And so warms the gift through life.
And so goes Love for knowing.

May 10, 1994