Two spiritual metaphors entwined
‘The human spirit is the lamp of God’,
an aphorism as old as the ages,
which ego notices not and that’s odd,
for it’s easily grasped by the sages,
since in their hearts fire of God-search rages.
We’re not this body-mind but living light,
breathing us gently by day and by night,
so as we dance with Cupid, cheek to cheek,
recognising the source of bliss delight,
we learn ‘we’re he we have set out to seek’.
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