Stained Glass
This love is free unlike
the label love confused and misused
by most of humanity.
Thought forms skewed and molded,
into shards of perspective;
Misaligned and stained,
reflecting light in many shades.
Although Narcissus in the pull
into human-created decor,
we must find the Truth beyond
the brain-stimulating lure.
Repeatedly we have gone back for more.
Karmic perfection is laid out
in the geometric window.
Let us gently remove the catapult
of Happy and Disillusionment that
fiercely drops into disappointment.
These hues are man-made.
Enter now into the clear, unobstructed transparency.
Seeing all in your Omnipotency.
This love is free.
Copyright © Melissa Mesch | Year Posted 2011
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