It is the Wailing and the Weeping

It is the wailing and the weeping
That wakes the will to repent
Infinite happiness is the soul’s birthright
And all unhappiness comes
From selling it for a pot of porridge
Which leaves the soul so starving
For the infinite Love soul craves
Love, let me repent of my selfish self
An open to that vacuum within
Where you love me unto Oneness

Bob Hope,
Rockport, MA