The Law of Spirit, Analogy Four

Surrender to art, there's nothing the mind
can control that won't turn to a lie.

The real is the heart, so let desire fill like
balloons and flow to the sky.

Life may be chaos, but it always makes sense
unlike fictions, for beauty exists

Despite us, who will her to charm, total her sums,
the lost dog who finds her way back

Every time - the lover who makes the moon shine
and the wine taste like lips.

We knit clotted quilts, and she pulls on a string
and the life you were living is gone,

A blue light on the horizon
is all that is left of your soul.