Have you ever thought about
who you are my sweet doll?
are you the beautiful body
or the mind, intellect or the soul?
You have your body,
you make it strong.
You know it belongs to you
identifying with it is so wrong.
You control your mind
and sharpen your intellect,
How can you be them
so who are you? try to recollect.
All these are merely the tools
to help you manifest,
without them how can you
think or act, I suggest.
Thou art the owner
Thou art that,
and I am that too
then why this spat.
Think again and realise,
why should you act so different?
We think we make all the choices,
is a perception of the ignorant,
The cosmos has blessed us
with truly unlimited potential,
yet we don't explore the vastness
and keep choosing the essential.
We all are similar and not different
but different choices we do make,
like multiple ways to overcome
a challenge for the same stake.
Why should we walk alone
and why should we walk soon,
we all will be there eventually
this journey is the real boon.
- Author: Max (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 1st, 2022 23:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Facing the truth of love, the lover is experiencing mood swings and unable to decide due to the prejudices in her mind. The poet expresses to her that we are what we are as expense of consciousness, not the body, mind, intellect or souls. These are merely the tools to enable us and interact in this world. This is a metaphysical perspective.
- Category: Spiritual
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