love blah-de-blah …
the essence of your soul,
distilled,
in a drop of pure rainwater,
an equilibrium,
the celestial gyrations of intersoular desires,
the
essential elements drawn mystically together,
the quantum realms of loves past and emotions lost,
memories like cigarette burns,
tease
at first,
then
trickle
and
smoulder,
and crash
like splintering cutglasss,
in every universe
ever inhabited,
in each drop
of every tear,
falling to the living earth,
absorbing the spirits of past bygones,
karmic destiny,
predestined theatre,
who’s left to tell ?
but yourself.
gently subtly soothingly
cleansing your mind,
at rest
at long last.
having found the truth
within you,
a truth that seemed so distant once,
so elusive,
yet that always
resided within you,
always,
embedded so
deep,
always remaining
so perenially
pure,
and eternally so,
so very true …
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