My Father,

Once I thought I believed the tiny mad idea

and found myself in a body here.

Alone, afraid and so depressed

In a world peopled by hateful guests.

Separate from myself and from you

Without doubt that this was true.

But now I start to understand

That you, my Father, never left my hand.

You’ve sent me all my lovely brothers

Who I once had seen as others,

outside myself and as guilty beings,

causing my suffering and dark feelings.

But now I start to see

They are but me.

Every seeming body here just plays a role

To help me find my way and reach my only goal

To return back home into your peace and love

And rise high and yet higher above,

Leaving behind the world’s and my own hate

And walking with certainty through Heaven’s gate.

Though I still seem to see a world of fear

Now I come to see: I am not here.

I am not the dream, I am the dreamer,

Being healed and waking from the ego fever.

Mighty companions you’ve placed at my side

Making my way to you easy and light.

Through my brothers’ love you helped me see:

We are but one and will always be

Your holy Son - fully blessed and always free

We are but Love’s reality.