Moment of Decision

The debt collector Knocks on our door When we hide He still enters From the window He claims his due A debt of love Hidden deep within Recesses of our heart Veiled by desires Mirrored by fears Rooted in attachment To images on a screen He holds us in his grip Curtailing movement Of spiralling thought Propelling us into The dark void Of no-thingness Of cessation At first we are disconcerted In this strange place Humming with a current Magnetic and invisible Outpouring a nectar Elixirous beyond measure Throbbing bliss ineffable As a benign explosion In renewal continual We then hear a voice Of the debt collector The voice is melodious Telepathic and lucid Centred everywhere In the void enigmatic ‘This is your heart And in it is this love The gift of the universe Is lying here unused Although it’s spark Is eternal ... ‘If you have no need of it Then return it back to us You are free To indulge in illusions Familiar patterns Of narrow mind Enmeshed in delusion Self created’ We freeze There is no doubt We now know Yet gravity Pulls us down We oscillate Between the voids Differentiated By intent 29-December-2020