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With Our Dying Breath

At the moment of death, when our body falls, as our whole life replays through our laboured mind, what are the dark spots our heart then there recalls, that still exercises a relentless bind on our consciousness far removed from bliss squalls, having not pursued pathways loving and kind and thus our head and heart not quite hand in glove, do we learn at last that we owe debts of love? 03-January-2023
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Daniel Avatar
January 6, 2023 at 5:02 AM
Very high thoughts, US, great ending line:)
M  Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 5:46 AM
So beautiful U.S…love the second last line! Debx
Seeker Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 7:47 AM
Thank you, Deb
La France Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 5:40 AM
Seeker, I love your poem, well done. I think God is all forgiving if one truly repents. I imagine that before we can enter Heaven a review is done of our life, like a movie playing, both the good and the bad. And a decision is made by Heavens elders on how you may be able to repent your sins or be forgiven your sins. It is just my imagination for I have no proof, Constance
Seeker Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 7:46 AM
Sin is misalignment from love due to ignorance. Our conscience speaks as voice of God but we don’t listen. Then karma or law of cause & effect comes into play. Since all is one, we must spherically experience the pain we inflected on others by exchanging roles, until the ‘victim’ exits this stupid game of revenge by forgiving the transgressor. God does not judge, we judge ourselves from the lens of love.
Alex Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 5:31 AM
You have, indeed, very solid and clear Indology. I am greatly inspired.
Seeker Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 7:40 AM
Thank you, Chris
Mcintosh Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 2:59 AM
Love this - just beautiful. God bless you. Love, Gina
Seeker Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 3:18 AM
Thank you, Gina :)
Buhagiar Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 2:28 AM
We owe lots of debts of love, but why leave it for the last moment?
Seeker Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 3:18 AM
Exactly, dear Victor
George Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 1:10 AM
If we can realize far ahead of death that we owe debts of love, our life will become one of bliss. Sublime thoughts, dear Seeker friend !
Seeker Avatar
January 3, 2023 at 2:07 AM
Thank you, Valsa!
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