Heartbroken

Our heart is where desires arise and where they are in time resolved but since we cling to wisps of smoke, we remain in our dreams involved. Seeking love that soul may expand, causes suffering since we seek, whilst if we embrace and release, monk mode plugs the energy leak. Ego has objectified love, reducing it to an exchange, so when the echo returns not, we feel morbid contractions strange. Belied expectation breaks hearts, destiny delusion foretold, so it’s best to be void centric, inking heart with love hues of gold. True joy that does not come and go, throbs within us as vibrant bliss, at an octave of agape love, bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss. Grazed by spirit, our heart is healed, never to be broken again, for we see this life is but play and pristine soul is free from stain. Hark bliss beats call to one and all, as God’s sublime effervescence, which is mirrored in every heart; light eternal, our quintessence.