Vowes severed, orange robes dropped
love cowered, train hopped
In the void of non-suffering
all well but a life of buffering
Avoid nature and her lovingness?
Not for me, I must confess
It was a little blossom -a nun
but all business no fun
what a waste of love and flesh
that flipped my switch
I wanted out
I had not desiring but I had an itch
There is more to the void and no me
there is oneness and a balance, eternity
Once I carried women across the stream
and let them down
now I carry and let them know, LOVE just IS
don't frown
Fear not, flee not,
it will always follow, it is bliss
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