Mother Mary
Oh Mother Mary, Full of Gracecome be with us today,
our lives of conflict speed to where ?
we don't have time to pray;
No use complaining to you now,
a statue made of clay,
like god himself, you do not hear,
a word of pain I say;
Oh child, now rest your conflict,
I've come, just as you asked,
would Mother's love ignore you ?
let Love, in clay unmask;
You need not think, "I do not hear",
the words to me pronounced,
for we are One and separate-not,
so let me now announce;
I see where you are going,
I see why conflict-fear,
have entered into your sweet mind,
of Love, which is so near;
But Fear and Love seem opposite,
at least they act that way,
for fear excludes and runs away,
while Love attracts to stay;
My son, said sweetness Mary,
just look into my heart,
and see your own reflected there,
it is no separate part;
When you can just accept,
whatever life does give,
you'll find yourself right in my heart,
the heart of Love that lives;
For Love is only living,
this is the reason for,
and asking is but evidence,
your just outside the door;
So here's a key to open,
the door that you have shut,
to close you out from heaven,
make dark your life, somewhat;
The tree of "good and evil,"
of "knowledge" is the key,
to open up the door you shut
making calamity;
The fruit you eat: comparison,
you eat this every day,
yes in the past as well of course,
with it you even pray;
"I am not like those other men"
Your heart to me does say,
Comparison -a dream in mind
is not how thoughts should play;
Your wish to compare, classify,
to see what "is not me",
is but the hidden wish inside,
to be what can not be;
Just look at my own statue,
a statue made of clay,
and look at my own hands of love,
and see what they do say;
They say "accept this moment,"
"what is can not be changed,"
don't look to future to exchange
the gift of "now" remains;
See how the energy inside
does speak for "yes" or "no",
each moment of your life it does,
though you may not yet know;
When you say "no" to what there is
your mind builds up a wall,
Your "ego self" defines "itself"
as "different" from the ALL ;
By this you see yourself outside,
the All that is but you,
build-up a self of littleness,
imagining what's not true;
So let go of illusion,
a self so small, consume,
let Love come burn it all away
and Love in you'll resume;
No problem is there, "too big"
no issue unresolved,
when Love expresses through you,
confusion is absolved.
Oh Mother Mary, full of grace
I am with you today,
and find Your Love is Fullness,
no needs are left to pray.
