Mystery - Let it Be!

Sometimes. 

I bask.

 In. 

Wonder.

Other times.

I. 

Just.

 Wonder? 

Before all. 

Became.

Incarnate.

In illusory separateness.

Was there any awareness.

That magnificence.

Would become.

Such a well-guarded secret?

How?

Did?

Those contract talks?

Transpire?

Detractors

Of a "Return to Love"

Sometimes appear.

Vastly prevalent.

Despite.

Widespread objection.

What can determine.

A mandate of love?

Will anything

But Love,

Remedy

It's absence?

Is the all

Addressed,

Along with 

Nurturing a temple incarnate?

Will a grand design,

Continue, 

To feed faith,

To itself?

Is the conduit,

Fed,

Along with, 

It's source?

It once seemed.

Simple.

What you see,

Is what you get!

Eyes.

Mirror of the soul

Or

Illusions servant?

A separate walk,

Toward connection.

A connected walk,

Toward Uniqueness.

"I," need, to know.

Now, held lightly. 

Gently embracing,

A loving enquiry.

Rob O'Neill (July 05, 2017)