Love

Love sees you

Dwelling shameful,

Harbouring secret thoughts

Too ugly to own,

And puts its hand upon your shoulder,

Turns your face

Towards the sun

And whispers

‘You are not alone in this

For I hold all in warmth,

And all your shameful thought

Is but a heavy weight

You need not lug about

Nor even believe.

Come out

From the shadow of your thinking,

There is no weight in love

Only fullness

Of the heart absolved

And the infinite wealth

Of joyous being.’

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