Kind and sensitive friend,
You are in reality, safe above
The passionate storm of
unenlightened sense,
Of magnetic enchantment,
Which would draw you
Like a perceptionless moth
Into the flame of self-destruction.
No hypnotic thrall
Reaches man in Soul.
You can know only one attraction:
That of the gentle, unfolding light
Of pure awakening to
The identity of Soul.
Its messages find
Your prism of acceptance.
They are the tints of Soul
that reach me,
And my own
Respond to yours,
Kind and sensitive friend.
