Transcendental Prose / Poem

Thoughts are the things with horns, hooks or wings.
They are imaginary doorways to energy states -
playing our heart's down or up strings.

Beyond thoughts there is only your love,
All encompassing and second to none.

Here is love's gateway - and here is how I choose it,
Lest in illusion I short circuit my own heart-mind and fuse it:
A hundred times a day I tell my mind stop,
A hundred times more I let my mind drop.

Throughout all of our dances of universal consciousness unfurling,
Love is the constant that illumines our whirling.

Of our association with the physics in this realm through which we pit patter,
We are but fleetingly robed with the starstuff that binds our spirits into matter.

Yet our spirits were never fettered and they forever flow free,
Imbued with the awakened dream of sublime love which they see.

For billions of years each soul on Earth has been gifted,
A quick dash of love peppered with life's longings and yearning.

But our hearts desire to become and to share love's light ongoing,
Leads us toward a grace that is beyond all our knowing -

As the tides of belief roll back and forth on the shores of becoming,
The high seas of our consciousness prepare for the immutable homecoming.

Resounding in a chorus of eternal joys humming,
The divine awareness of this love was our soul's purpose in coming.

Having devoted our hearts to each other in this realm's sacred grove,
Reaching across these forevers is our love's song of transcendental prose.

© TitusL

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