Air Conditioner Heaven by Jen Curry

Pulled the air condition out of the closet,
upstairs apartment, required a small deposit.
Freedom comes from simplifying.
Stop your sighing, prying and crying.
Start confiding.
Lay your ego bare without despair.
Love’s an illusive Dove from above.
Soring back down to the ground with a frown.
Went to town on the maiden’s gown
Ironing the wrinkles only to find more crinkles.
Unmasking delight only to take flight . Lets’ not fight.
The mind releases cool air. Noticing the stare.
What is under this mysteries fare?
Can it compare, ensnare and become Aware?
Only with Prayer.