The Absolute and the Relative in the Face of God's Love

Mystical disciples of All Lands
have been focusing on theory's  
rhythmical cycles of the sands  
of time, dispersing All the Glory.  
  
What is it like to forget what it was?  
Before God's Breath began its pulse;  
even if breathless, the Form already has  
circulating energy to fill its veins and burst  
   
in the center of the Heart,  
where every Single One can be  
either a centered unity or start  
to swing back and forth; you see,  
   
the Absolute and then, the Relative  
boggling minds should come to peace;  
Isn't Love Enough, the negative  
is not opposed to duality where bliss  
   
can fill each end of the equation  
so those Uneased shall Understand so Wise:  
"Am I Not Enough" Beyond frustration  
if all Abundance of the One cannot suffice  
   
in the beating heart, for there's a Truce,  
IT IS LOVE and that is all you need to get;  
when walking in enthusiast explorer's shoes,  
you crave insatiably Knowing and you bet  
   
on it all you got in your hands,  
ready to Die for the Quest of God,  
so unachievable it is but Wands  
of a Magician, Toys They're not.  
   
It's discovering your mission,  
coherently united, an egregore;  
that expands in selfless ambition,  
desist from theories; Let's Care!