Love Is The Hope

Love is the only holy route,
Full of friuts from it’s hidden root;
It is the pure, true heart
Which loves the other Thou Art!
Ne’er expects anything in return;
But show ways by sacrifice and burn
The candle of kind thought to guide the blind mind,
Who remains remorse and deserves not yet desires all
Lest! love is to feel, which is subtle, rustle like dry leaf;
Ne’er mind about the gossip, ‘O love is gospel, becomes eternal belief.

Copyright @ 2006 N.KARTHIKEYAN OSHO