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What may be said
No bonds to shed
And yet
Though free of regret
We feel & see
The entreaty
Unspoken so potent
Magnifying our love quotient
Multifold
Pastures beautiful we behold
Yet choose here to stand
To hold the hand
Of our twin flame
Reality or illusion all the same
All conquests null and void
If with bliss we be not overjoyed
Together
Love we may not smother
Enablements we forsake
Waiting for our lover to awake
In timeless stillness
In our aloneness
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The Self has no attribute
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