Heart
begets
all desires,
more oft than not
searching for objects
in the world of transience,
owing to mind’s deep stupor,
which recognises not clear truth,
that that which comes and goes, unreal,
since ego depends on thought to survive.
One day we exit this game of shadows,
knowing true bliss lies within our heart,
thus abide in thought rested calm,
consumed by burning yearning,
to connect with the soul,
aglow in our heart;
bliss magnetism,
that bubbles,
touching
us.