Just a Passed Love

the most enchanting
endearing of.

Mind, it seems
have forgotten.
But Heart somehow,

In Time,
a long time ago.
In Mind,
a happening Now.
If all experiences are from Mind Now,
then which is real – Time, or Now?

Oh sweet, past Love
felt fondly;
with attempt consciousness
to distance.
In between Worlds,
the Spirit and Form –
at times,
the loneliness
the yearning
the emptiness;
of what was known and experienced –
the Sweetness of then,
a past memory of Now.

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