Heart over head
Love is our true wealth
but fears stalk in stealth
and so to transcend,
our will we must bend.
As of our soul’s choice,
ego’s lost its voice,
heart’s taken over;
we live in clover.
A void-centric view,
heart pristine like dew,
is what we’ve become,
synced with bliss beats hum.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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