Whispers of the soul
The material world is too heavy.
I sometimes feel so heavy.
I think I can not go on.
The pain is unbearable.
Why do we sojourn
through this world so decay-able.
The emotions, the relationships,
seemingly likely natural occurences.
Are these by no means not the work
of a Greater Thinking mind?
Just as our mind weaves it's own stories?
Stories of love and hurt, joys and woes.
How do I detach my self from time notions
I feel stronger everyday that everything JUST IS.
My soul wails. Why worry it hissed?
Like the wailing of the frenzied seventh sea.
You created non of these material things
you control, bend, and take from;
skies and birds, The sun and it's sister the moon.
Everything about nature works so perfectly
by decay, renewal and regeneration.
I am one of natures design, I must be going through
the same process; end result? REGENERATION.
About The Author
""...even without success, creative persons
find joy in a job well done. Learning for
its own sake is rewarding..."
-- Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi"