What's the difference anyway?
Between attack and defense?
Between being offended and perpetrating offense?
If to upset itself, they themselves each equally lend?
In the end
It's all pretend
It didn't even begin
And certainly isn't sin
Just something to be loved
For the "Above"
Isn't at all concerned
About being touched
As are we
When we live from fear
Only in being the One
To touch
To heal
To mend
Love
Seals the deal
It gets real
No more games of chance
No happenstance
Nor decks of cards to deal
Where we can trump or be trumped
Thump or be bumped
In actuality, less than Reality
Was never really dealt
For we are Health
Abundant Wealth
Heaven beyond any seeming opposite like hell
We are that we are
Truth
The Dance of Delight
Immeasurable Height
Never in danger of lessening it's place
Much less of ever being felled

copyright (c) michael mayer 2007