Eyes Open, Here In This World

There are moments when the last thing I want,
Is to close my eyes and journey within,
For in these moments of Grace,
Within and without have lost all meaning,
And this Vehicle of Perception, and all Perceived,
Are Illumined by the Light of The Soul…

The Light of The Beloved,
Eyes open, here in this world.

In these moments I do not Long for Heaven,
I care nothing for the nonexistence of Union,
Concerning myself with self perfecting,
For in these moments of Grace…

All is Fulfilled,
Eyes open, here in this world.

In these moments of Grace,
Heaven is Here, Now, Everywhere,
In the Dream of existence in space and time,
And the Ecstasy of Union's nonduality,
Shines like a Sun in the Heart of Being…

Illumining the duality of manifest Creation,
Eyes open, here in this world.

In these moments of Grace,
All notions of Holiness and unholiness,
Thoughts of worthiness and unworthiness,
Of The Merciful One's Love being conditional,
All such hellish dualities, Vanished…

And Love's True Meaning, Revealed,
Eyes open, here in this world.

What prayer is there to utter wordlessly,
Whispered with every breath,
Moving as every heartbeat?
“Let each moment be a moment of Grace,
For Everyone, Everywhere, Now…

And Forever,
Eyes open, here in this world.”