Oh Arms of Love
The poles we see so separate,
the Right! and then, of course, the Left!
Let’s find what oneness
they arise from.
Even arms of love
when you do not view
the body that unites them,
seem opposite and dual.
A small, restricted vista
grades with pass or fail.
Sees each as other,
wrong and in the dark.
When one arm hates the other,
instead of pointing out the path,
they tangle. And can never make
a circle of embrace.
Oh arms of love please show us
how to know within,
we are the same,
the same one consciousness.
©Susa Silvermarie 2021
