Desperate hope
Cry of our soul voices a desperate hope,
beseeching presence to gentle flow of thought,
having suffered long, now unable to cope
with plethora of fears, all ego begot,
for our soul wishes now, with love to elope,
radiating divine light, to be self-taught.
Weary soul asks us to shift from head to heart,
for that is where we feel bliss ignition start.
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