Be the fragrance of a rose
Though echo of love returns not
at times, do we yet hold steady,
untying knots that makes heart taut,
for each bout, lovingly ready?
To be always in equipoise,
though echo of love returns not,
by shutting off ego borne noise,
we’re not then in narrowness caught.
Expectations make us fear fraught,
so in mode embrace and release,
though echo of love returns not,
we’re free like the fresh morning breeze.
Let’s define the art of living,
living joyfully as we ought,
each breath loving, freely giving,
though echo of love returns not.
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