Love is passing through
The eye of the needle
A finesse of silken thread
Pulled through all formationA tapestry of Light and Sound
Love's glorious profusion
Weaving threads of heart's creation
The Eye of Soul it sparks with life
Weaving timelessly life's illusions
Silken thread of timeless worn
Images words creators make
A tapestry creation of by gonetime
Like blanket's cloth worn rags of thine
Cloaks of consciousness of order sort
The story tellers weave its wisdom taught
Wisdom sown within each golden thread
Truth be told yet very little be said
The cloak of love its Master worn
A timeless wisdom all love is born
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| SOUL |
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