Soul Dusted
Love is in the soul dust of the universe.
Endless expansions, endless contractions.
Inhaling the future, exhaling the past.
The heart expands-the heart contracts.
No beginning nor ending to anything.
Cycles re-cycling are the same.
One creator, one destroyer.
Infinite freedoms-infinite chains.
Choices marbled with destiny.
Heaven and hell, a marriage of seeds
Life is a sweeping brushstroke.
A soul-dusted entity.
Love is in the soul dust of the universe.
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