I AM Love: A Poem by Joan Elizabeth
Love Never Ends
I AM Love.
You want me to be some god that is in your mind not in your heart. A tiny little box inside your mental
model. Created rather than the Creator.
Nevertheless, I AM all that IS. I AM nothing too. I AM both the Possible and the Impossible.
Out of the Void I sprang as life. Breath conceived as Me. But, really, I was here long before that.
Energy uncondensed. A formless entity. A sound as OM. A bliss so perfect and heavenly. A Nirvana.
You cannot imagine a time and space before you became a likeness of me. I get this ever so clearly.
Your ego is finite, you see. It is your personal devil. Your individual hell.
Separation from Me.
And yet, we planned together this individuated existence, free choice and even a sinful trap for Jesus to
Save you from. A root disconnected, lacking ground sweet ground. A heaven only with Me.
But you failed to understand the world was greater than that egoic mental place.
It WAS East and West. Islam, Hinduism, Jainism, Buddhism, Paganism and such…
In fact, you could not begin to imagine a set of structures bigger than yourself. A Higher Power?
Perhaps for the addicts, but “It” would not be about True faith. It would be about Evidence-based
reality. Or power. And plain and simply me, myself and lowercase i.
Wars, Sunday Bloody Sunday, pestilence and Syria. The Angel of Death, Azreal, would stay quite busy.
You often failed to remember where and from which that Life began on the earth plane.
Yes, you sought Me from moment to moment. And yet, your prayers became more important than the
Stillness of knowing that I AM. Desperate and with zero trust you would plead for mercy.
Your bodymind even learned to live without Me every single day and night, sometimes for years.
And so it is no surprise that you forgot what Jesus Christ was born to do.
You could not see Me in the precious infant conceived through an act of pure Divine Love
with the chosen, chaste Virgin called Mary. A Tantric conception Holy and Christened as Alpha and
Omega. A Rubic’s Cube of First and “Last.”
God, Source, Counselor, Prince of Peace. Infinity.
But the God-Man would eventually understand the depth of what He Was/IS/Will Always BE.
In Gethsemane, He bled sweat of blood as He pondered in prayer and meditation His Soul Contract:
Humanity’s complete resurrection to feel and know the Perfection of Divine LOVE again, again and
Humanity’s ascension and comprehension into Divine, Perfect, Timeless, Unconditional LOVE.
His commitment to bring LOVE to all that Was/IS/Will Always Be.
An infinity void of death or separation from anyone or thing. A life filled with unity and cosmic Bliss.
ONE LOVE. Zero Illusion. One Love. Zero point stillness.
Energy in the shape of a holographic universe or two or three…
A wooden cross penetrating the darkest condensed vibrations of Matter, sewing physical with Spiritual
For all eternity.
Forever grafting free will with Divinity---sealing whatever aspect or form we independently Choose
To worship With.
Jesus Christ as Christ Consciousness. Christ Consciousness as Jesus crucified.
Dead. Descended into Lucifer’s Divine Inferno. Three days in the forever place of VOID. Separate from
God the Father, Consciousness and Life. Lifeless like the most dead vampire or zombie. In HELL.
Alchemized with the Kundalini serpent waiting for its rebirth. Its awakening. Honored in enlightenment.
For a very beautiful, narcissistic angel fallen to earth to tempt all to the “forbidden” in the line of duty.
East and West Christened as Source’s most Divine form and aspect of reversed psychology.
Dimensions transcended through Elisha, Elijah and yogis from India.
Psychic development as originally intended by the Trinity, the Buddha and every Ascended Master
Beneath Father Mother Son and Holy Ghost.
Breathwork, Inspiration and a Revelation once removed from Christianity’s stranglehold.
LOVE, first, and Always. Last never needed again. EVER.
Love as described in 1 Corinthians 13:
“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 If I give away all Ihave, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;[b] 6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, Ireasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
13 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”