JOHN MCINTOSH
Not the Love of
Fleeting moments
Or of dangling baubles
That capture the craving heart
For a moment
Not the Love of
Sentimentality
That raises the spirit
Then flies away, replaced
By another new and exciting
Not the Love of
Power
That breathes fire for a season
Then flickers to nothing
Extinguished by today’s flame
I serve only the Love
That has no beginning
And never ends
It is eternal
Relying on nothing
It is the Love
Without conditions
That embraces the Light
As well as the dark
And sees no difference
This Love has
No boundaries
And lives in every breath
Fills all space
And cannot be confined
This Love knows me
‘As’ IT SELF
Who sees only IT SELF
In All That Is
As well as Nothing
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