Thoughts temple

Florin Dragoș Minculescu

It should be a normal day,

Sunshines were embracing the view,

And everything seems so vivid.

But then inside, 

A bunch of thoughts..,

Were making so much noise.

 

I sat and listened.

They were arguing about something.

I didn't quite understand.

Suddenly, one of them,

Oddly suggested to pray.

To whom, I've asked myself.

I was dismayed. 

These thoughts, one at the time

They were praying to ..

A me. 

 

I was transformed.

I've become a temple for my thoughts.

But this wasn't just right,

What could, anymore, this "me" to be?

It couldn't be, I couldn't be..

Be what?

 

Suddenly an immaterial touch embosoms us.

Which us?

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  • dusk arising

    There you go, we are all spiritual beings and have a god within us. Your piece reads as if you have now discovered this - your higher self. I hope so.

    I really like the way your piece is composed and leads us to its conclusion. Nice one.

  • dusk arising

    There you go, we are all spiritual beings and have a god within us. Your piece reads as if you have now discovered this - your higher self. I hope so.

    I really like the way your piece is composed and leads us to its conclusion. Nice one.



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