Essence

Aeon's

Let the pigeon of heart fly high,
for the aeon's it was fettered.
Let it bleed for someone,
for the aeon's it never wept.
Let it expand to fullest,
for the aeon's it was not allowed.
Let it feel the beauty of God,
for the aeon's it was blind.
Let it mingle with angels,
for the aeon's it was separated.
Let it shine with humility,
for the aeon's it was covered.
Let it bypass formalities,
for the aeon's it was ignorant.
Let it break boundaries around,
for the aeon's it was fragmented.
Let it pick the grains golden,
for the aeon's it was chewing pebbles.
Let it become sweetness of lips ,
for the aeon's it was nose high.
Let it speak gentle & soft,
for the aeon's it was ego tight.
Let it unite with spirit universal,
for the aeon's it was lonely object.
Let it be welcomed around,
for the aeon's it was abused.
Let it throb in every heart,
for the aeon's it was compressed tight.
Let it talk sweetly from Master's tongue,
for the aeon's it has desired to be----but unknowingly.








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