THE SPARK
A god who does not save the devil
Is one himself.
Beware that devil!

Find love, instead,
Within your soul.

God is your love
That sees things whole.

Only in conflict
can we come to know who we
truly are.

We are the source of all things,
Not only when we perceive this to be so.

As source self
We are nothing in particular.
As god-self we stand at the center
Of all being,
Always and forever inexorably drawn
To all points conceived to be
Outside the center.

But the limitless expanses
We see or imagine light years away
Are right here,
Not a stone-throw away,
Within our own being.

We are the connectors.
We are both here and there:
Soul-stuff.

Soul-stuff
Needs no time to travel distances.
It traverses eternities in an instant.

Without conceptual god man is nothing.
Without conceptual man god is nothing.

We are one commodity,
One creation
And one reality.

We should respect each other’s rights
As we respect that of our fellow-creatures.

For are we not all made up of the same soul-stuff?

This whole unimaginably vast universal creation,
Which we call Nature, so beautiful
It’s almost impossible to believe
We have a hand in its creation
Is also soul-stuff.

For at the center
There’s only the center. There’s always just One.
But we are the spark.