All barriers of love,
Within or without,
Are illusions for an unworldly devout.
Can I truly perceive who you are,
When unknown to me is my own garb?
It is a heart of a true lover that forgives a lowly sweetheart,
Separate from our own essence,
We wrangle and flounder,
Detach.
A heart that yearns a true union is not tempted by every siren's charm.
Dear one,
These empty,
Meaningless diversions,
How much longer will we fill our cup like that?
How much longer will we remain discontent?
Love and truth,
Not a convoy of a faint heart,
Bereft from my own light.
Once I walked in fancy ornaments,
Half dead,
Half alive.
Then I came across a diviner,
Blessed those who called him bonkers.
In his presence I was mesmerized.
He raved a boundless spout of love within,
Untouched,
Unmatched,
Unattached.
Dissolve in this acuous all that distracts.
To unearth this reservoir,
He said,
Sway between the silence and the noise.
Alchemy of surrender pledges content.
Don't just cough the silence between the breaths.
Stay there and listen.
Listen.
Purge there as long as you can and let your starving soul be fed.
Pilgrimage to this elixir in myriad of ways.
By your own soul,
You will be led.
All barriers of love within or without our illusions.