JOHN MCINTOSH
The ego’s love
In its infinite twists and turns
Pretends to accept
While turning its back
On those not favored
It dances in shadows
And peaks through cracks
Grinning and withholding,
Then fawning its delights
On longing lips
Its disguises are myriad
Its faces painted
In endless masks
While it decides the fate
Of its hapless lovers
True Love, all encompassing,
The ‘only’ Love …
Holds nothing to IT SELF
Knowing there is none
‘But’ IT SELF
IT is transparent and authentic
The ‘essence’ of Life,
Pure, gentle and humble
In ITs boundless enormity
Effortlessly radiating
IT SELF ‘to’ IT SELF
YOU ARE GOD: It's Time To Shine
BOOKS by John McIntosh
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