A dark spot is staining awareness.
It seems to interrupt
Love flowing into Love.
Receiving and giving are in discord.
My being seems trapped in an illusion,
Disconnected from Home.
There is an inner call to look again.
My whole being is ever so ready to listen to my true voice.
The answer comes through
The voice of my beloved.
“Just like the sunspots on the sun
Don’t stop the sun from radiating its light and warmth,
In the same way,
Illusions on the screen of awareness
Don’t prevent essence from shining.”
“Just like your eyes only perceive the sunlight and not the sunspots,
In the same way,
Truth only sees the real and not the illusionary self.”
Love does not wait for the mind to become spotless to speak of Itself.
It continuously flows through my being.
Love only sees Love and sets the mind free from
The illusion of spotlessness.
In hearing the true voice in the beloved other,
My being receives and heals.
Separation is no more.
Communion is.
I am Home.