There is no phase,
In unconditional love,
No time to dwell,
On thoughts or space.
Spaces filled with love's pure colours,
What you see is what you get,
What is true, the original set.
The brush strokes of life's trials,
Are minuscule in love's pure flow.
Sparse at times, not much to show,
Like God's love the flow remains,
Colourful energy, life sustains.
