What is it…??

The flaming spirit

Convoluted and confused my thoughts became when my eyes fell
Upon the form of the beautiful and majestic mare.
In front of me after I had awoken myself it was presented,
The intense color, the magnetic energy, the heavenly scented.
It took away my worries and fears as it reminded me of Her,
We had been best friends, her sudden death I did not bear.
Ripples in the air and warm vibes took over my form,
Something like love, good memories, bliss did swarm.
My whole mind flew over and understood the meaning
Of my loss, a deeper communion with my own being.
There were stars in the sky which shone bright that night,
As I had never seen before the Moon so bright.
The hours passed and the night came to an end,
My soul delighted now, it had been godsend.   

What is it…??

The mind rattles in immense confusion,
It believes the grand illusion.
Is it a great idea, a religious belief, a passionate act…??
If it is, then is limited, it can die, that’s a fact.
The imagination creates thoughts everywhere,
Of you and I together;
But true love has no ambition, form or shape,
No hidden jealousy to drape.
Clothed in garbs of intense emotion,
It cannot be that notion.
What about passion and lust…??
No, they are finite, like wind gust.
The sage in me says love goes eternal,
It is within your own body, not external.
True love is of the wise,
The outer act is a disguise.