go be it
Metaphors are of no use;
symbols but offer excuse,
attempting to cage the breeze,
putting our mind in deep freeze.
The thought of love is not love,
head and heart not hand in glove,
aloof in separation,
distanced from God’s creation.
To be in trance yet awake,
presence seeking no retake,
mood and mode embrace-release,
our bliss drenched soul flows with ease.
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