Love Is the Cure
Blowing cold and hot
In a narrow slot
Fear’s scent
These tempests of thought
In which we are caught
Hearts dent
Proceed dot by dot
Making ego naught
We're spent
When our will is bent
Easy is ascent
Uphill
Let us then relent
Granting love consent
Red pill
Feel bliss beats augment
Love and light’s advent
God's will
Take time out to chill
On soul’s window sill
Just sit
Making thought flow still
Rid mind from fear’s ill
Don’t quit
From Cupid’s love quill
Sip bliss to heart’s fill
That’s it
14-March-2023
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