My old friend fear
I didn’t start out searching for God.
My quest(ion) was – is it possible
to live without fear?
Yes,
though apparently only through
the almost impossible task of surrender.
Now my fear has stepped into a better light,
an aura of beauty surrounding its dark shape.
Wasn’t it fear that began my search for God?
My old friend fear that has kept me on task,
shooing me relentlessly from each bleak shelter,
chasing me down the path towards the light,
the peace and bliss which is my promised destiny?
O child of God, everything in illusion
is an integral part of your unfolding.
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