Icebergs Of Love

In the infinite ocean of love, we truly be,
Live icebergs of frozen love we call a ‘me’,
From the ancient mists of time and space, they appear
But always, in one way or another, we name - ‘fear’.

And though their sharp heaviness, we try in vain to escape,
We cannot a perfect world without them; make,
Instead, we best remember our nature of indestructible love,
That is their substance from which they float above.

And remembering this, we are free,
And naturally dissolve the icy fear of being ‘me’,
Then these icebergs of love, our ship, do not sink,
And their looming form does not hoodwink.

As we see them as a natural part of our human journey,
And not as proof of a separate me.

Love,

Freyja