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
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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