Mirage of Love
Mirage of Love
by Odin Roark
So many have perished
Struggling against infatuated tail winds,
The warning sands of drifted reality,
Making waste the perilous effort.
An innocent’s once unclouded vision
Becomes overcast, making the heart seek further,
Not knowing the quenching of thirst unreachable
Amidst the storm of a choking delusion.
Yet…
How persistent desire’s seduction,
This passion of will longing to drink of love’s elixir,
Unaware love requires not object
But pure awareness,
The beneficence of being in a state of love.
Some find…
Above the hot breath of passion
Resides the calm of rendezvous,
Where connection to the rapture,
Waits patiently for the traveler.
Still…
How tremulous the venture,
This seeking of libidinous reward,
This misadventure across the deserts of beauty,
Whose demands make waste the misinformed.
Such a map to consider.
Such a compass to contemplate
Such a reward only patience can deliver.
And still…
Thirst is a given.
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