Saturday 19 May 2012


Love enters when we empty our overflowing cup
Of egotistic mind stuff, endlessly filling it up.
Love is ravishing beauty, and cuts like a well honed knife
All sense of petty selfishness to emblazon ones life.

Love is perfect joy, peaceful happiness, ever flowing bliss,
She transforms our errant soul with an everlasting kiss.

The emblem of perfected love is the red, red, rose,
In the fully opened spiritual heart, she knows, she knows.

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