The Only God I Know Is Love
The only God I know
is love.
The only prayer
for me.
Is that this simple thought
should spread,
through all humanity.
The only time we have
is now.
Now is the time
to see.
This linking love
in everyone
as our divinity.
But life is life
and love is love
and sense inside of me,
cannot equate
the fanciful
with harsh reality.
Michael Skelding, Comment on "The Pathway Finally Opened," by Mahsati Ganjavi
Poetry Chaikhana Blog » Blog Archive » Mahsati Ganjavi – The Pathway Finally Opened
It almost appears as if the writer of the last sentence had not read the first three.
If the apparently real is apparently hopeless,
but the apparent fantastic is boundlessly free,
may i excuse myself for trying to make
fantasy real and reality bygone history?
is love.
The only prayer
for me.
Is that this simple thought
should spread,
through all humanity.
The only time we have
is now.
Now is the time
to see.
This linking love
in everyone
as our divinity.
But life is life
and love is love
and sense inside of me,
cannot equate
the fanciful
with harsh reality.
Michael Skelding, Comment on "The Pathway Finally Opened," by Mahsati Ganjavi
Poetry Chaikhana Blog » Blog Archive » Mahsati Ganjavi – The Pathway Finally Opened
It almost appears as if the writer of the last sentence had not read the first three.
If the apparently real is apparently hopeless,
but the apparent fantastic is boundlessly free,
may i excuse myself for trying to make
fantasy real and reality bygone history?