Wild Horses

Divine Love.

Thundering into your Heart.

Like a thousand Wild Horses.

Overflowing.

ShivaShakti

Her.

The Flame.

Dancing.

In His Vast Silence.

Undivided.

Coffee Cup Rings.

Cigarette Butts.

A Half Eaten Sandwich.

Milk going sour in the Fridge.

Absolute Divine Love.

Divine Love.

Isn’t just Butterflies and Roses.

Sometimes It’s also.

Harsh.

Painful.

Fierce.

All Shoulds.

And Should Nots.

Disappear.

Along with the Belief.

In a separate self.