It Feels Like .....
02/11/2019
I am in an eternal war
I cannot afford to lose
To surrender will be so easy
All I have to do is agree
To become HIS slave
It's not easy to survive
HE won't let me be
Let me pay it down
Even when I am holding all the aces
I can't win the hand
HE has stacked the cards against me
I keep telling myself, stay strong
You don't have many more years left
It can't be much longer
Just over the next hill
Around the next bend
When does this one end
If HE will only show me
If I could just envision
The cause of this existence
If I have the end in sight
Maybe, just maybe
I could bear it to the end
If paying forward
Next one shouldn't be so bad
Will still have to pay
For the deeds of this life, knowing
There will be some trying times ahead
For the past I won't recall
Even when one knows the reason why
It doesn't make it any easier
The only pacification to this existence
Are measured actions, reactions and interactions
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Author:
Suresh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This life is the debt for our past deeds. We are living in our personal hell and/or our heaven. How we react in the present (cause) shall become our future (effect).
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I don't know who this HE is but if i were you i wouldn't waste any more time waiting for something from HIM.
It's time you forgot HIM and got on with your life in this rich rewarding beautiful Earth we dwell upon ONCE!
HE, HIM, the Almighty, the Creator, or GOD, no matter how one evokes HIM.
If we only live ONCE, then it leaves a lot unsaid, unanswered.
It is a WAR, between us and HIM, not knowing if HE even exists or not.
Thnx for your input.
Folks, love this
Finally an interaction
The comments (bibles, philosophy etc.) espoused over millenniums are inconclusive and only pacifiers at best.
Wisdom is to know "WHY DO I EXIST" and it cannot be a puppet of someone's creation, for then our individuality has no meaning. Our intelligence has no purpose and our actions - unaccounted!
Disregard all, everything, everyone, all that's every been said, heard or written. STARTING AT THE BASE.
I AM AN INDIVIDUAL, NOT A COMPONENT OF ANOTHER, AND THAT IS MY REALITY, MY EXISTENCE. I ACT AS AN INDIVIDUAL, and thus arise the following:
WHY DO I EXIST and HOW DO I ACCOUNT FOR MY ACTIONS.
Behind these questions lie the cause whose effect we are!
let go of the string that plays the kite and you shall find peace in the answer that finds you ...... Neville
Wise words indeed
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