Lost
in clouds
of dark fears,
mirrored by lust,
we were encircled
by demons we conjured,
which in mists of forgetting,
became the cross we now carry,
the heavy baggage of attachments,
weighing heavily on our bleeding heart.
Help was close at hand inked in hues of love,
prompting consciousness to learn by touch,
melding head with heart in silence,
that thus dissolving ego,
we recognise our Self,
as God’s...
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