Analysis is paralysis
Ebb and flow of tides,
the way eagle glides
and how raindrops fall,
mind cannot recall.
Mind wishes to know,
source of our soul’s glow,
fragrance of a rose,
blooming in repose.
Fears that haunt and bait,
twists and turns of fate,
impacts us no more,
as it did before.
All that’s manifest,
a life test in jest,
aiding soul to rise,
in childlike surprise.
When our eye’s single,
pheromones mingle
within that we feel,
heightened bliss appeal.
Coming thus undone,
we are with God one,
fears to rest are lain
and no doubts remain.
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