Will you believe my words making a sweet sound?
They’re not your experience, its not what you found.
The words are for gullible or a lazy layman at best,
You need to verify to lay drumming doubts at rest.
Use the logic, steps in with ‘if’, ‘but’ and \"then\",
Just examine the narrative and what was said when.
Compare the consistency, truth needs to be discerned,
A step closer but still so much needs to be learned.
Mathematics is the next step with estimates bold,
Realise that every moment has a story to be told.
Use probability and chance, a pattern begins to emerge,
Another step closer to where we may begin to converge.
Love has a subtle warm flame, it is not a cold play,
breath, blush and the look, there is so much at display.
Eyewitness this truth, that you were trying to behold,
You will see everything, ain’t that what was being told?
Still one could be acting and you can never be so sure.
You try to perceive, if you want something really pure.
Come sit with me and we don’t need to speak a word,
Whatever was to be said you would’ve already heard.
This is perception, an obscure door to love’s domain,
Where individual egos melt and only love remains.
No words are needed, lovers are in invisible embrace,
True knowing is ultimately found, in this sacred space.
The Words, the Logic and the Mathematics,
And then there are the senses, all up their antics,
Sharp and smart but still they can’t detect the flaw,
Here the perception is the essence of divine law.