Love Alone Is Real
Flowing in joy, there’s no test;
each life flicker, is but jest
conjured by our heart’s desire,
playing on thus, till we tire.
As dreams within dreams unfold,
disperse love sprinkles foretold,
enlivening boundless space
with myriad hues of grace.
Mindfulness to the extreme,
in as each thought form we beam,
although at ease, like the breeze,
drenched with love, before release.
25-April-2022
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