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 , the ,
seemingly likely natural occurences.
Are these by no means not the work
of a ?
Just as our mind weaves it's own ?
, 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;

The oceans and seas, earth and greens,
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? .

About The Author
Hoselita Ikoli

""...even without success, creative persons
find joy in a job well done. Learning for
its own sake is rewarding..."
-- Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi"


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