Joy of Now.


I choose to be in the present, where my true Being and that of my Beloved shines in glorious splendour. Figments of illusions, riding on the wheels of the past, are tempting me with guilt’s false blossoms; as l reject the unreal for the real, there is plenty of Joy to be had.

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