Nepenthe
Love’s the elixir that banishes grief,
an infant sucking on his mother’s breast,
two childhood friends lost in banter and jest,
an ambedo trace granting soul relief.
Joy is soul’s diamond but ego’s the thief,
employing thought spirals that do not rest,
taking control by invading heart’s nest,
yet when touched by love, we turn a new leaf.
Octaves of love, the hues of a rainbow,
colours distinct, yet remaining entwined,
one with the universe, a seamless whole,
where boundaries blur when we bend down low,
lotus in full bloom, with bliss beats aligned,
music of the spheres and song of our soul.
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