Maya by name
Maya by nature
Illusionary and always separate
A teacher
I rewrote myself
Not knowing the outcome
Losing parts of me
Strangely making me whole
Is the illusion so futile
Re-positioning
The true meaning of Love
Krishna would be proud
Loving me is not so bad
Am I, not my own servant
My own entry
A unique singularity
Constantly evolving
Spirituality
My body a fleeting vehicle
A means to an end
My soul immortal
Free from the wheel of life
Eternal
Taking joy in my mistakes
The road to enlightenment
Not a path paved with gold
I attract all things
The dark one
Full of light
An avatar adorned in blue
It is no coincidence
Opulent splendour
Why not
It’s a state of mind
And how love is meant to be
A delicate mystery
Veiled in allegory
To be touched but never reach
Adorned in it
A glorious distance
The taste of bread
When smelt
Anticipation a beautiful lie
Self-awareness found
In detachment
Here equanimity is attained
In the balance between
The heart and the mind
A Nag Champa cleansing
Flowers meet the water
Divine placement
In Vishnu’s
Garden

the Dyslexic Poet™🎩
“your Ringmaster”

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©Warren Mace, A.k.a the Dyslexic Poet™

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