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 …