by Jane Tawel
All is Love. All is Now
By Jane Tawel
November 7, 2024
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I wanted to write about woe and grief
but decided to sit here and breathe.
I wanted to share how angry I am,
to know this is how the end begins,
rotting by choice from within.
But I looked to the words
and the life of The Man
to Whom, as a child I had taken a vow,
and I realized His message was all about Love
and all about loving The Now.
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I feared the destruction, so long underway
of the feminine Sacred of All.
And the Past and the Future
merged bleakly in me —
a trajectory strong since The Fall.
But I looked at my hands,
writing words on this page,
and I heard that Still Voice
Whispering, Age after Age:
“Just be present and Breathe.
Beingness.
Just Be Still.
Know The Moment —
that’s all that you need.
Be Just You.
Be True You.
Just right Now —
you’ll know how.
Find The Why.
To self, die.
You are Buddha.
You are Christ.
You’re The Way and The Life.
You’re the Voice.
You are Love.
Only you.
Only Be.
Only now.
Only choice is to Love.
Only Love.
Only Now.
Love is All.
Now is All.
All is Love.
All is Now.”
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© Jane Tawel, 2024