Love is a union with the universe
Words are bees; bless the hive
That sleeps at the entrance
Where a black sun, consumes, sleeps.
Guide your troubles like a sandstorm
And settle into infinity
What seems only momentary?
Will of cause be forever eternal?
Love is a union with all that there is
Water, stone, air, fire or infinity,
Victory is that second lotus
—flowering,
No matter who you are.
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