So spake simple Simon
To which desire do we cling,
first a fancy, a mere fling,
which now we cannot release
and so becomes a disease?
Born complete, heart’s love replete,
bliss drenched in magnetic heat
but when ego takes over,
we live then not in clover.
Heart lotus blooms when we’re still
and then voids within us fill,
whereupon we then reclaim,
our soul’s light that has no name.
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