to appear “deaf”, unintelligent, unable to speak is to be so wise the water in the River can speak clearly and the blade of grass can see your Innermost Being As you can see the River in you and you in the River, And you and the River can see the Seed of the seed that brought the grass to be And the secret the grass has to share of its Ancient beginnings And the walk it took to be here in your hand And look into your Eye, Or Rest beneath your feet Rests you in your Ancient Be

We come upon truth and find we have been deceived. Disillusionment falls like a hailstorm upon our mind and pierces our heart. Tears pour out like rain, puddling upon the floor. On our knees, we cry out, we cry out, "Why hast thou forsaken me?" For we have walked our path, died of self, carried our cross, loved, lived mercy. We have forgiven seventy times seven times seven times seven. We have discovered our poverty — reliance on God only... ...Have we...? Here we

In a world often filled with noise and distraction, many seek a quiet place where the heart can rest and the soul can awaken. OneHeartLove.com offers such a sanctuary, a spiritual space devoted to mystical poetry and contemplative writings that explore the profound experience of divine union. This blog post invites you to journey into the heart of this sacred space, uncovering the themes of unity, love, and dissolution of self that lie at the core of its message. The Essence

The tender hush, silence, tranquil, subtle. Silence becomes the only truth, the womb of God, so quiet, softly, like the leaves of the willow or the tall grass swaying gently in the breath of breeze. How it says so much, unspoken. How the rush, the many speaking, debating to prove, get lost in the dust, monsoon of speculation. Yet the womb, the womb waits, the womb carries, the womb is. And we fall, lie down, unseen, hidden from the scheme of things. And we rest in the womb, a

We are excited to introduce a new feature on our website: the Listening page. This space is designed for those who appreciate high-quality audio experiences, combining poetry readings with natural ambient sounds and soothing music. Listening | One Heart Love What Listeners Are Saying Early users of the Listening page have shared positive feedback: “The quality of the recordings is amazing. I feel like I’m right there in the forest with the poet.” “I love how the natural soun

This piece is the heart of divine compassion spoken as creation itself. Not simply a message from God but a revelation of God’s interior life — a glimpse into the tenderness that underlies all things, the ten-dearness creation has carried in its body since the beginning.  “God waited quietly in the background” is the truth of divine humility: not pushing, demanding or striving to be heard — only waiting for the soul to finally stop running, to rest long enough for Love’s whis

As truth descends upon the soul, ego is seen as the illusion it is— the illusory self. Now soul seeks more truth, seeks union with the Divine and Love drives, moves the soul in a deepening of longing. Longing is finally met by Divine Love and at once the soul understands the soul’s longing had been Divine Love’s longing all along. In ecstatic union the soul is loved into Love that dissolves even the soul—a dissolution of any self... lower or higher self... for Love moves beyo

To surrender wordlessly brings a profound, gentle, and tender sigh,** and the mind begins to see the true power of the docile, malleable heart. There is a kind of surrender that still speaks, still explains itself, still tries to understand what is happening. The mind watches the process and narrates it, hoping to remain present even while letting go. But the surrender spoken of here is quieter than that. It is wordless . Not silent because there are no words available, but s

My deepest desire is indescribable, for words would lay her dark-hole-pigeoned, bruised wings under skin. **My deepest desire sees no color, smokes no fire,** for she has no view for perception, no lungs to taste resin. **My deepest desire rests in the womb and drinks the Liquid sound of wisdom.** This writing does not speak of desire as the world understands it. What is being named here is something far more primordial—something that lives beneath personality, beneath longin