In the outer realm of perception,
No thing is what it seems.
No thing makes sense.
No thing lasts.
No thing is perfect.
No thing is in union.
A disjointed cacophony of noises.
Yesterday only exists in memory.
Tomorrow is never here.
No thing is real in the perceptual world.
Except Love
In the inner realm of vision,
All is true.
All is full of Itself.
All is always and in all ways.
All is perfect.
All is One.
A harmonious song of loving sounds abides.
There is no yesterday and tomorrow in Love.
All is real.
All is Love