The Rose of love
"it's easy.
God made all things.
There is only God.
When you know this
Desire melts away,
Clinging to nothing,
You become still..."
Ashtavakra Gita
The source of everything
sings forever in all
that rise and fall
You are never apart
from the timeless Heart
In stillness know
the Rose of love
that
is
blooming as life itself
Poetry by Nils Teodor
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Written on 2018-02-22 at 17:47
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