So spake simple Simon
Love alone heals soul’s wounds which our heart feels,
dissolving all opposites in its womb,
sensing God in all forms, His light reveals,
as cravings of lower mind we exhume,
that throb of bliss magnetism may resume.
Recognising we are spirit, not form,
it is natural with love to conform,
breath by breath feeling the touch of God’s hand,
tranquil and at peace, centred in each storm,
that we are His child we then understand.
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