We desire in human love
only the best for the perhaps
various apples of our eyes,
our clutched-to-the-breast beloveds,
its great failing the truth
we know not exactly
what is best and what constitutes
further entanglement on a field so sad
and vast as time and creation
and what is pure and what is tainted
from hearts sorely cleaved and teeming;
sorely cleaved and teeming.
Love Divine, on the contrary, said my Lord,
is not created but bestowed (divinely);
wants nothing, has no center, no motive,
no standpoint, no hub, beginning in the light
of non-existence and never straying
into the shadowy realms of the illusory self.
O child of God, wish your loved ones the best.
You are so very far removed from Love Divine.