Spiritual Advance

Love holds no grievances

Tag: Hate


A joke of life, a cruel game,
That we have no choice but to play,
And isn’t it a tragic shame,
That life of ours does often sway
When we’re unsure of the way,
In which to go, in which to look,
In which to search for our own peace
Not having naught, a shame it is,
Until of past we’ve closed the book.

But even then – the future looms
Not unlike savage beast, vile and unknown,
What does it bring and how it dooms
When all our hopes to it are thrown!
We thus become to suffering so prone.
The changes are where future is,
All changes, all’s consumed tomorrow,
For the unknown brings us our sorrow,
And takes as price our precious peace.

The changes bring the suffering,
And with it come both guilt and shame
For failure of uncovering
The purpose of our hateful blame,
Towards our brothers, who are same
Just as ourselves, in mist so lost,
Of such variety in life,
Which brings calamity of strife,
And in the end we pay the cost.

The cost of peace, the cost of love so true,
The cost for our deeds – unconscious as they are,
They still wear us and drag us through
The world of hell, from peace so far,
As we’re forgetting What we are.
For how would we remember love
When we in sin do still believe
And so with sin imagined we do live
Our pure Self seems cut in half.

Cut by our hate, and separation ‘tween the halves
Is strengthened still, through our guilt and fear,
And through attachment to our plans
That we so cherish, hold so dear,
Not letting Truth approach e’en near,
Out of our fear that it’ll expose
The unreality of all
That we have gathered since the fall,
Afraid of our imagined loss.

The tale of loss keeps us apart,
Believing still in gain through loss,
We fight each other, play our part
In ego’s wicked game of the remorse
That we still feel and cherish from across
The boundary of time and space
Which keeps you “better” than another,
Which keeps you separate from brother,
Unrecognized remains the face.

The face of Christ, which can’t be lost,
Which can’t be gained, for there’s no need
For that of which there is no cost,
That which is you – you need but heed
The words that sound how you are freed.
Freed from the pain and suffering
Of this so weary world unreal,
Of all the shame and guilt you feel,
From all the changes world does bring.

Stumbling on my Path

Based on Workbook lesson 1:
“Nothing I see here means anything”

Alone I have been stumbling on my path –
Through sin and errors I have always made,
A tale of wicked sin a man learns thus –
Through trusting in wrong hands his holy fate.
Where have I been, in places so revolving,
That I have lost my pure will resolving?

And tales of wicked sin indeed I saw
Through putting all my trust in wicked deeds,
Through trusting my own life in ego’s lore
I suffered thus, my heart with pain still bleeds.
And through all things I see, I am condemned,
With lies of world so vile I’m overwhelmed.

Each body or a thing through hate I find
Is seen in blinded eyes as pure salvation’s hand,
The meaning I assign is in my mind
And through investing my whole Self in it, I’m damned.
What meaning did I put in all these things?
Invested into lies, I see the dreams.

Forgiving each and every sin is only path!
Before I can return where I belong,
I must undo the meaning I’ve assigned, and thus
The journey of this world will not take long.
The judgment of all things my eyes did see
Must be undone, before I let my Self to be.


The thoughts, the deeds we bury still
In our consciousness they lay in wait,
The things we do and then we feel,
As if they too deserve our hate.

And who are “they”, but us forgotten now,
We look at them not hiding our disgust,
And yet we never really know just how
The things we do and our thoughts’re unjust.

Each hour, minute, second still
We walk alone, so separate and sad,
We bear this cross, and suffering until
We realize extent to which we’re mad.

This madness us pursues all days,
There’s not a moment, second when we’re sane,
But why there is a feeling inside stays,
Which tells us clearly – there is no need for pain?

Why do I feel our purpose is not this?
It seems… sometimes in life we dream of things,
It seems… between this hate sometimes shines peace,
Sometimes we’re lost in life – or in our dreams?

And yet, how do we tell a dream from truth?
The world taught us that only bodies’re real,
That we’ve to put these bodies to good use,
And never truly listen how we feel.

But just as me, I know you’ve heard
This feeling throbbing deep inside,
The feeling we’ve so long deferred,
The feeling shadowed by our pride.

It cries and prays for us to hear
To see the truth that we forgot,
With time, the feeling grows and comes so near,
The feeling which still does remember God.

And then our love grows stronger still,
And we embrace the feeling pure,
We’ve struggled, suffered, fought until
At last we’ve found our only cure.

Sonnets of Love – 12

Maybe the answer you have found –
How did this love turn into hate?
Why do we live as two, not one?
By oath of hate we shan’t be bound,
And there is no need to wait –
Just say and mean it – I’m His Son.

Remembering to Live

We’re lost in our erratic thoughts
And seeing them as real,
We truly feel,
As if the pain and suffering
We go through each and every day,
At any point may
Show us where happiness is
And how to find our perfect peace…

The memory of God
To the disturbed mind –
Comes not.
The one who tries to find
The Truth in any thing,
Love alongside hate,
If pleasure is in separation seen
This one’s determined to dream.

Remembering to live –
We’ve managed to forget
How to forgive
And see,
That it’s not what we get,
But what we give.
How we forgive is showing clearly
Our desire for war or peace,
And what do we hold dearly –
The ego’s hate or God’s perfect bliss.

When I am tempted

When I am tempted,
I’m afraid.
I’m guilty,
And I hate:
I blame them,
I condemn,
I live in fear,
And I smear.

When I do all of this,
Can I expect a smile to be returned?
What am I choosing – hell or peace?
Will they believe it’s Love I’ve earned?

No, they reply the same:
They put me down in shame
And they blame.
They say:
I’m worthless,
I’m plagued –
My hate still lives in them,
It is unchanged.

And when I love,
I feel such peace inside,
The light has finally entered in my sight.
I don’t see pain,
Nor suffering in vain,
I don’t condemn –
I don’t see them.

It’s only Love I see –
A Brother answered to my plea,
And now we’re One,
Both finally free.

When You Condemn

When you condemn,
You misperceive.
It only seems you damn
The soul you look upon,
But condemnation nothing can achieve.

When you give curse,
You’re hurt inside.
You do not feel your worth,
It is the light in you
That you are trying to hide.

And when you hate –
You mostly hate yourself.
You see no longer straight,
For why would you be closing
In front of you the Heaven’s gate?

When you condemn,
You’re but asleep.
It looks like there’s you and them –
A foolish dream made possible
Because your slumber is so deep.

Master of the Dream

You are the Master of the dream –
And what a foolish one at that!
You have but dreamed of world of hate,
Where souls are trapped and lost,
And then you threw away the key,
Not knowing what it cost.

And yet, to wake up – it’s your choice,
If you see dream for what it is,
If you but listen to your True Voice,
You’ll surely find the peace.

You send your messengers around the dream,
And they come back, reporting you about the dream you’re in.

The messengers of hate bring back
Just what you asked of them – attack:

“Master, that one has sinned,
This one is guilty.
You sent us with your hate,
And we returned with their flesh and blood.
So do not wait
And bring them death!
Show them who is your true god!”

The messengers of Love come back in joy,
Not knowing fear, nor hate, nor anger:

“Master, how beautiful your Brother is,
Forever innocent and pure,
Shining with light of perfect peace,
And sharing Love which offers instant cure.

We brought your Love to him and now returned,
Bringing you Love of which we learned”.

You are the Master of the dream,
Be careful that light in you shall never dim.
What messengers you send out with your will –
Come back, and bring you Love – or kill.

And as the Master of the dream,
You’ll see a dream of peace or sin.


To any Brother in the world you can extend your will – your love or hate.

You can condemn a brother, judge him for this or that, and it will make you burn with anger. You know you’re right, your anger’s justified. The condemnation is your will, if you identify with ego.

Or, you can Forgive. Forgiveness is extension of Love, which is beyond this world.

“How can you forgive when clearly he has sinned!?” – cries ego. And yet, true Forgiveness is gifted not for the repentance of the sin. Only the ego makes you ask for a condition before you can forgive.

True Forgiveness comes not on a condition, but from recognition – that sin is an illusion you project. Your Brother’s never sinned, and when you grant him that, how anything but Love be felt inside you for him?

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