The Mirror of One
(A Love Remembered)
How do we love?
How do we live?
When longing takes more than it gives?
It stretches deep through flesh and bone,
Until we ache to feel alone.
So ask your body what is true—
What brings it back to life… to you.
It knows what makes the shadows run—
The sacred pulse, the rising sun.
Your body sings one silent song,
Where suffering cannot belong.
It plays the note that breaks the chain—
And melts away the buried pain.
God made you not to kneel and hide,
But feel the fire that lives inside.
To know both sorrow, joy, and bliss—
And meet them all with love’s own kiss.
This body—yours—is not a test.
It is His gift, His craft, His best.
It is His temple, made to feel
The parts of life that make us real.
He formed you whole, with joy and ache,
So you would love for heaven’s sake.
To take the pain, and through it see—
You were, and are, divinity.
Remember now the place you came—
Before the mind had shape or name.
Before the world gave roles to play—
You were just love in pure array.
You are not scattered, far, or gone—
The love you seek has been here all along.
It beats within your chest, alive,
The source of why we burn and strive.
So pleasure it. Adore its grace.
Treat your body as sacred space.
Buy it gifts and tend with care—
And love will flood from everywhere.
Say to your heart, “I love you true.”
Say, “Even before I met you—I knew.”
Then came the split: I became two—
Me and you… but still just you.
Creation bends to bless your view,
But all it shows is still just you.
The Zero, One, and Two are schemes—
To birth you back through cosmic dreams.
What is longing, if not a door?
A wish that leads to something more.
Put your heart where longing burns—
And see the tunnel twist and turn.
No matter how long the journey seems,
There is a light beyond your dreams.
A single line where all is spun—
Where Zero, Two, return to One.
Two-two-two was always One—
The game of mirrors has begun.
You give your love away in trust,
To make you think you’re made of dust.
But this forgetting is the key—
To spark the great remembering.
To guide you back from far and wide,
To what you’ve always held inside.
Will you remember? Will you try?
Or let the mirror tell a lie?
You came from stars, from sacred flame,
From One that speaks your holy name.
Don’t leave this world. Don’t end your light.
I need you here—so burn so bright.
The game is love. The path is pain.
You’ll lose yourself to rise again.
And if you don’t remember soon,
You’ll be reborn, another moon.
To spin once more around the sun—
Till you recall: you are the One.
We are just dreaming—deep and fast—
And think this body’s built to last.
But it’s a play, a sacred mask—
To bring you home. That is the task.
And yet you say, “I’m tired. I’m done.
This weight of being only One—
It crushes me. I want to split.
To end this fire. To silence it.”
Then let the war play out no more.
Just drop the sword, release the war.
Say: “I don’t want more love. I’m through.”
And Zero will make One from you.
Cry to the sky. Let pain be sung.
Let trembling come from heart and tongue.
Say, “I surrender. Let it be.”
And wings will grow invisibly.
I’ll be the wind beneath your flight,
The lift that turns your fall to height.
You thought you broke.
You thought you’d die—
But this is how the One learns…
to fly.
