Whatever you lose or gain
Is not yours.
They are rather your outward appearances
Tricking the eye.
Do you know how you and I met?
We are listening to the song
Of the same skylark hovering over the blue sky.
The act of listening became the heart
and took us by flight
And there was no more you
or I or the skylark or the blue sky.
This moving away from time and the self
brought us back into the warehouse of this daring
Undertaking called love.
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