Love of one can be a vacuum,
   An entangled web zealously spun
   That locks into the narrow sphere
   The unity that is illusion.
When the union grows we resume
   Our direction and walk not crawl
      Up the path to find light of day;
      The million sounds that reach our ear
      Tell of new molds to semi-fired clay.
   In the wind seeds randomly fall
Manifesting flowers in bloom. . .
   Our feelings shared in one and all
   Is the growth toward Love Universal.

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