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.
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