You, my love, are like that bird who sees
a reflection of sky and trees,
so real, so enticing, you fly
straight toward the glass.

As you soar
you anticipate the beauty
of that azure freedom
the lushness of those green leaves.

When suddenly you smash
hard into the solidity,
your whole world
disappearing into pain.

Your wings fold
as you plummet to the earth,
confused and stunned,
empty and lost.

You ponder what went wrong
and your answer comes in a whisper:
“Only the One True Love inside
deserves such focus,

such cherished embrace.
All else is but a mirage
meant to keep you seeking
out there in the world.”

You say to yourself,
“This Path is my purpose—
the rest but an illusion
reflected in a window.”

Then you soar high,
free from hurt and angst,
holding tight
only to the Lover within.

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