Love is known when we are bare… a poem.
Love is known when we are bare,
Stripped of all the masks we wear,
Shedding pretense, cast aside,
No more need for veils to hide.
Gone the guises, gone the lies,
Gone the self that falsifies.
Only raw, unguarded skin—
Soft as breath, as Love within.
The ego falls like tattered thread,
No more weight upon our head.
Not just pride, but self-conceived,
Bound to body, mind—deceived.
Yet Love will bloom when we disrobe,
When self dissolves like mist and globe,
When walls of “I” and “you” depart,
And One is all—no seams, no start.
For Love was never split in two,
But ever whole, yet born anew.
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