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 occurrences.
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 myself from time notions
I feel stronger every day that everything JUST IS.
My soul wails. Why worry it hissed?
Like the wailing of the frenzied seventh sea.
You created none of these material things
you control, bend, and take from;
skies and birds, The sun and its sister the moon.
Everything about nature works so perfectly
by decay, renewal and regeneration.
I am one of nature's design, I must be going through
the same process; the end result? REGENERATION.
About The Author
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Hoselita Ikoli
""...even without success, creative persons
find joy in a job well done. Learning for
its own sake is rewarding..."
-- Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi"
www.ErrandConcierge.com/bizopp.html
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