Lovers of Truth

Love is the absolute
The unsurpassable
The final dissolution
Without destination

May I be the lover
The honey in all your senses
The softness of the goddess

May your heart open broadly
Without anything to hold back
Just pure deliverance 

May we see our eyes mirroring
Pure songs humming
And the fragrance of fire
Clouding the air
Offering upon your surrender

The warmth
The closeness
The loosing

Nothing to remember
Nothing to forget
Nothing to achieve
Nothing to hide from

In the womb of perfection
Lies everything
And it is free
None can grasp
None could ever renounce

Flutes of love
Waves in the dark
We are the lovers of the Truth

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