There’s no God and

Still presence The shadows of evening fall about me now, though it is but early day. There is a ghost of darkness upon my back and everything seems black, unreal, and ripe for death, or even long pass decayed, forgotten. For what was it all for? The touch of those hands, the soft voice of love, the caring, the sharing of their good. Even in the pain of their despair of not knowing which, what or where, in their hell of life and death they left me with something that I cannot forget, the touch of God’s love. Ah, it is burned its mark upon my heart. I’ve eaten their spirit and we are one. And in my blackness of pain, life, joy, death, I sense the stillness of this presence with me yet. When people stop healing, the whole will appear. Stop When people stop, the unstoppable will appear. Albert just be, and All will be. No thought When thinking is backed by profound awareness found in the stillness of your being, the more inspirational it is and this will appear as profundity of thought but it is certainly not, it is the awareness of what is, being expressed in human thought to a greater or lesser degree and we are moving back out of projections, the imaginations of mortality to the all-inclusive awareness of life eternal. When I wake up, I will find that all the eons of years that I spent here was just an idea, a thought explored. Duality lost There is no up, no down, on in, no out. I cannot be if you my child are out, and you my child could never be if I thy God is not. I have no need to go back home, for home I have never left. No need to travel, for travel does not exist. For there is no up, no down, no in, no out, or how far. Love is infinite and in infinity there is no up, no down, no in, no out, or how far. There are no bars, no doors, no locks, yet there are many mansions. For, has he not told us so? Emptiness with love I lit the flame by the fire of my desire. And breathed praise to my love. And in so doing blew the flame out. By the fire of my desire, I lit the flame again. This time still I sat, for I knew that nothing could be added to the beauty of my love. Inward eye I gazed up the inward eye, and there I found the mind, the face that should be and is. And from that inward face I could not turn away from to look inward again. For when I looked in, I was really looking out. I forgot the past and passed away. And I awoke to find myself alive in the joy of looking out. Adversity Come my friends listen to me, sweet are the uses of adversity and through it oft have I got glimpses of eternity. In this world of imagination hell and strife, ah sweet are the uses of the good life, torn I am between the fires, the fire of hell that false desire that debases and can go no higher, yet sweet are the uses of false desire, for it shall burn me and turn from that fire to a fire in which I shall know no desire. Lost love Then to haunt you at your work, your play. Look I am the love you have lost, You will never have me back no matter what the cost, Ah, desire thou art the knife that is ever sharp that finds its greatest pleasure, Twisting within a broken heart, yet the heart which within you plunge, Desire you and that heart are one. Desire For a man with no desire do not within this world inquire. Ah, desire thou art a precious fire for if within this world thou didst not exist, man would man would not enquire. Desire like adversity thou art my greatest friend, for without you this life in hell would never end. Desire twist within my broken heart, break it, rend it, tear it apart till with all twisting it ceases to be. The greatest gift of all is humility. First comes humility to which all things flow. Mettle The heart that’s being broken is but being moulded in the fire and break it will a thousand times in anguish torment most terrible to behold which will force it from its grave of pain, death, separation, to the light once more where my love has ever been waiting. Albert do not be jealous of your brother’s grace, be like the sailor that loves the light that reveals the shore. Beyond Time I was cycling home one morning, tired and hungover, at the top of Mount Sackville Hill I got off my bike to rest, the view was beautiful, the day was beautiful. A tiny bird sitting on a tree branch beside me started to sing raptus exquisite song, six thousand years there I did stay, but when I got up to cycle away, I was not old and grey, for such was the beauty of my bliss six thousand years did in one hour exist.