Magic of love
Our stance is drooped and eyes downcast;
desires we cling to, do not last.
Thought forms appear and disappear;
let our life course, scent of love steer.
Life lived thus far seems like a dream,
conjured by thought forms we did stream.
Which attachment do we hold dear?
Let our life course, scent of love steer.
Objects we clung to, seem like smoke,
so it is high time we awoke.
Why fear, when there is no one here?
Let our life course, scent of love steer.
We wish to reclaim, heart childlike,
when with each breath, bliss used to spike.
With mind of heart, see, touch and hear;
let our life course, scent of love steer.
There’s nothing out there, all’s within,
in cave of heart, let’s go therein.
If we call to Him, God draws near;
let our life course, scent of love steer.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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