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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Author:
Florin Dragoș Minculescu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2022 07:15
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
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.
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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