The Genesis of Love
even when sailing
the treacherous Southern ocean
or lost in the dense
east forest of the mind
pink and gold
billows
are flying overhead
a city of stars
is humming a sea of om
whispering, what is
hidden
you can see
and suddenly
experience offers an opening
into the flow state
homeward bound at last.
This is the genesis
of love.
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