Wings of Love

My soul heard your call,
opened wide the door of my heart,
and I let you in.

Together, we cherished the temple within,
where love resided,
basking in its beauty and light.

But then, ego haunted you,
made you its prisoner.
Now you’re bound,
trapped within its chains.

I am here,
flying on wings of love,
surrendered to the sky of my heart.
I wait for you to find your wings,
to break free,
to rise beyond ego’s grasp.

Rise up,
find me.

I am here,
waiting.
Find the wings of love and surrender—
break free.
Come, let’s soar together
in the sky of our hearts.

I am here,
waiting.
Rise up,
find me,
with wings of love.

Exhausted

I’m exhausted,
chasing the wind,
trying to hold in my palm
what was meant to be infinite.

You’re that unreachable breeze—
let me feel you from afar.
I’m too worn to keep running,
too tired to grasp you.

Please, Don’t Think of Me

Don’t think of me, please.
When you think of me,
you pull me into your aura—
I feel it,
drawn by threads of your love.

I come closer,
and yet you do nothing,
not a word,
not even a small embrace.

Please, don’t think of me,
don’t pull me back.
I’m too worn by this endless game;
I’ve crashed,
burned into ash,
dissolving into the cosmos.

Don’t take me wrong;
I can’t bear your divided,
Constricted presence.
When I’m with you,
I want the whole—
Time, conversation, alignment.

I crave spontaneity,
Not force or control.
When you’re in your flow,
Mine will glow with yours.