The love of the mystic
grows and wells up into
an impassioned apprehension,
a 'flame of love' in which
the self seems to meet God
in the ground of the soul.
It is the state of deep orison
in which the subject seems
to be seeing, feeling
and thinking all at once.
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Name, same! Flame of love, With the frame of the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.