Twin flame was the name of the game. No one was to blame, no one to shame.
In the crowded room, the electricity went zoom. One could hear it, see it, feel it as it soared and boomed.
Enough about the twin flame. It’s just a game. Comprised of illusion, an over-romanticized conclusion.
Grandiose ideas, sugar-coating hearts. Placating with their mind, their soul and their smarts.
Catalysts at best, putting life to the test. Is their goal peace and joy? Or is it to rock the boat, one might employ.
Energy connecting, flames resurrecting – at the cost of hearts dissecting.
The flames beneath their feet, that led them to meet. The intoxicating chaos was all but a drain, but not a loss.
For the name of the game in this mysterious notion, we call twin flame. Is to come together, yet part again.
Each on their way, learning lessons of today. Going within, is the only way to win.
As one might see, just let them be. Two each on their own and divinely guided towards the light, they will be shown.
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