The secret
That the heart was free from desires was his claim
but if that be so, what caused his soul to sing
songs ethereal, music that has no name
and yet when emoted, seeks with love a fling,
radiating magnetism heart cannot tame,
vibrant, joyful, full of zest and zeal and zing?
We asked him to reveal, source of his appeal,
to which he whispered, “I do not think; I feel.”
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