Cessation
With mind the seat of intellect,
looking at parts that make the whole,
it can match not wisdom of heart,
sparking stardust, by bliss flakes flecked,
seat of soul, directing life’s role,
breath by breath adding love to cart.
Thoughts are useful but let them rest,
that fire of desire does not rage,
whence by shifting into the void,
choosing this way, to get undressed,
one with oneness, wise as a sage,
we become God’s light unalloyed.
Behold how pheromones mingle,
thus making our soul’s eye single.
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