Has not love been dwelt in our mind?
We should go on targeting our perishing,
Of our soul’s journey – come and go –
The screen of our observing be degrading,
We regard nothing, Godless, loss of reality,
First step will be losing morning beauty.
We will be another species, mind’s isolation,
Like close to clone that has no trusty talking,
Wildly we behave to live, then allowing
No selection on the love’s lover to the feeling,
And we rely our programmed living, stoned.
In the light we will see nothing, yield no reasoning.