Every thought applies with pressure,
Leaves an imprint on the mind.
The mind is in pieces.
The ground of the mind feels unstable.
My being feels this trembling.
It calls out to be grounded.
Love hears the call.
The spark of Love undoes all impressions.
It dissolves all dents made by thoughts,
Only to reveal the pure reflection of
An underlying stillness.
The great undoing begins with
A little flicker in the core of being,
Only to intensify and to extend.
The flame of Love annihilates all but Itself.
The Unchanged is empty of impressions.
The Unchanged is full of Love.
Love IS.