The way it is
no monk, no priest, no scripture, no belief
can offer the taste of bliss magnetism
so look not in symbols, give soul relief
choose love, bridging the looming head-heart chasm
moments gone by have been consumed by time
thoughts therein are our footprints in the void
be it fear or desire, God feels each chime
so may our heart be pure and unalloyed
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