Broken
Drawn to a scent that has appealed,
innocent heart lowers its shield
but betrayal sees trust shaken.
How may our broken heart be healed?
When we feel as such, forsaken,
it’s time for us to awaken,
rising above clouds of despair,
tranquil, blissful and unshaken.
Judging not, we become aware,
that those who did not with love pair,
came to teach, as of soul contract,
to forgive and for all souls care.
The code of love, in this way cracked,
we forge with God, a lifelong pact,
relinquishing expectation,
letting not lower mind detract.
Silence as our meditation,
our heart pulsates with elation
and so we flow, as does the breeze,
each life breath, soul’s celebration.
Free from overthinking disease,
our wounded heart thus heals with ease,
for within us glows flame of love,
witnessing life as but a tease.
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