The Medicine Is Love

Himalayan Roses near Giu Monastery in Spiti

Love is the original medicine,
the real remedy that cures all.
When the notion of separation
first flashed in the Mind of God,
Love arose as a precise antidote.
The imaginary whirl of willfulness
that is the ego fleeing from Source
shall win no foot races against Love.
All supposed divides between hearts
are totally closed and crossed before
they could ever appear to manifest.
No separateness can actually be,
and healing follows inevitably
from appreciating this truth.
Love absolutely guarantees
and confirms in experience
that all beings, all life forms
are one in and as the Divine.
Whatever appears to be split,
seems to be lost, lonely, forlorn,
though the mind may shout “Liar!”,
is only ever the Source, which is YOU.
There is no sickness that can withstand,
and no idea that may stand in the way of,
the omnipotent healing capacity of Love.
Love is perfect unerring dependability.
Love is always healing, impeccably,
and the vision of Love is already
entirely accomplished forever.
Love has already healed you.
Love has healed each of us,
has banished forgetfulness
of being the pure Presence,
has mended fragmentation,
has cured all who ever slept
or endeavored to hide away
in the universe of wounding.
Love has renewed the world.
It is love that heals all worlds.
The ultimate medicine is love.
Love is the Supreme Medicine.

This poem is part of a collection titled The Longing of God for God.