I am Waiting For What?
Who is the person that waits to be,who caught up in the past would be?
where' er he looks he sees the past,
through glasses thick, like little masks;
To hide his own sweet joy within,
the mind looks out to find some sin,
in them or me, what does it care?
its game to play is but a snare;
To snare someone, or maybe you,
the ego loves no one, tis true;
so when it claims a sinner you,
it hopes you'll buy the sin as true;
Then knows that punishment will come,
from them, or you, from everyone;
It says that God will get you too,
for sin is what has made him blue;
But Spirit lives beyond the world,
beyond the games the mind has whirled,
It knows but Love and Grace you see,
so sin is no-where for it to be;
So what is there to know or want,
when Love is there, there is no thought,
no thought of "me" no thought of "I"
no needs unmet, no question why;
For Love it never asks for "me"
it asks for "us" -always a "we"
so thoughts of "me" are ego dreams
trying to live apart it seems;
So here is just an easy way
to watch the dreams that ego plays,
if it says "me" or "I" you see,
then adds a line or two or three;
A flag is raised up by your mind,
that part that is with All, -Divine,
and sees the game of "I" or "me"
and smiles a bit because it sees;
Who is the person that waits to be,
who caught up in the past would be,
where' er he looks he sees a flag,
through glasses thick, the little nag;
So smile with me, at ego's game,
that "difference" is not the "same",
that what God made, is good you see,
not ego lies lets all agree;
The games in form, the mind does make,
are based on loss, make no mistake,
But Spirit's Love is All-Complete,
no one left out, no sin deceit.