Does one possess Love already? Without relying on others bestowing it upon top?
Is honour, only dependent on oneself, Isvara, or am I inside out? An Morrigan, some
Think they must acquire bliss, thru divisions, and conquest, in an upside down war
Love is Spirit
(Who is Isvara?)
Love is sight
(Who is G?)
Love is desire
(Who is you-me?)
When I’m spinning, sovereignty in surrender
Round you, keeper of my heart
Domme morrigan, from never knowing bliss?
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