from start to finish

from start to finish

The mystics and magicians speak of Faith and Will respectfully,
each taking turns to stand on some certain solidity,
yet my Beloved showed me a firmament of such reality—
how all is made of Love.

Hope dawns inside the questing aspirant,
gazing into the looking glass for some sign of majesty,
and the hopeful may gain some understanding by the wayside—
i go the sure way,
the certain way,
an empirical loving mastery.

Faith only comes after falling in love,
a fortunate divine grace,
and real lovers do not guess,
effortless is this tantra—
faith is the beginning,
the middle,
and the end.

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