Walk the talk
How can mere information,
lead to soul’s transformation?
Heart is the sacred centre,
where thought forms cannot enter.
As the fragrance of a rose,
metamorphose in repose,
which requires but pure intent,
granting love our full consent.
The laws of God are well known,
a path we each walk alone,
demonstrating in lived life,
that free from strife, we’re bliss rife.
Somewhere not far, a tear falls,
witnessing which, our breath stalls,
so we spring forth to assist;
wounds kissed by our heart’s love mist.
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