The Pathless Path
Bound by chains of gold,
soul growth’s put on hold.
Earth life plot thickens
as lust thrust quickens.
Prisoner of fear,
heart’s desires hold dear,
we thus trauma bond;
with ego abscond.
In dream world’s movie,
what will be will be,
yet as goalposts shift,
we find soul’s adrift.
Head and heart when linked,
with hues of love inked,
we become the light,
shining within bright.
12-May-2022
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