Love Alone Is Real
When love colours consciousness in its hues
transmuting our form into its essence,
our presence, pristine like the morning dew,
we abide in joyful tranquil silence,
flowing thus through life in playful parlance.
Shifting to love as our sole attribute,
we negate urges ego contributes,
being what else but a hypnotic trance.
Love divine exalted, the direct route,
imbibed in purity of innocence.
13-February-2021
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