Delusion To Illumination

If not this, then that, arguments fall flat, our ire grows as we contract, with love and light lacked, cold fire forms with fears a pact; being ego backed, we tire. Objects we aspire and seek to acquire, they fade because thoughts we hire around dark desire don’t aid soul to fly higher. Ego’s a liar, low grade. With fears to rest laid, pure joy readymade does act and kindness repaid, resting in love’s glade, shows tact, blunting karmic blade, that we in bliss wade, love tracked.