We are but love made manifest….

We are but love made manifest

though we don’t realise,

remembering our inner truth,

which we were born to find.

The time upon this spinning earth,

is magically defined,

and written in the stars above;

our future to decide.

The life as written with soul’s pen,

is spread on ancient clouds,

and haunts the corridors of mind;

beckons us back home. 

It’s like a play which we did write,

forgetting as we birthed,

and in the staging, finding words

to realise our truth. 

To write, direct and play our role,

is what we came to do,

and while the stage is firmly set;

the rest is ours to show.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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One Response to We are but love made manifest….

  1. ruchi jain says:

    t’s like a play which we did write,..this is the best line..:)
    loved the post..

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