Love is the essence of pure thought

There is nowhere that this thought is not

 

What is it that you think you see

When you gaze upon the flesh of me?

 

Let me use this poet’s tongue

To show that you live among

 

An exoskeletal, limited view

A shelter for your own milieu

 

And thus it states, “Strive, gather

Obtain or rather,

 

Life will of the weak consume

And make of you a withered tomb”

 

But here I stand

With truth in hand:

Remember?

 

Love is the essence of pure thought

There is nowhere that this thought is not

 

Quietly gaze on that within

Beyond the stars, beyond your skin

 

For there resides an endless light

To guide you through the fading night

 

And carved unto empyrean ink:

“All we are is all we think”

 

You are not here, you are not there

You are, in fact, quite everywhere

 

Limits are only of the mind

Belief in them has kept you blind

 

So the next of time

You hear the chime

 

That casts the sleep deeper

Be the brave leaper!

 

And land beneath the naked sun

There is no end to what is one

 

For here I stand

With truth in hand:

Remember?

 

Love is the essence of pure thought

There is nowhere that this thought is not