Life will always show you how much of a fool you are before you become wise.
I live in a foreign land where I can be only perceived, not touch.
No being can harm me.
I drank in the fountain of truth, become dull of it.
I already have what I wanted, with silence.
I make people cry, they reveal their deepest grief in a pleasant state.
I make a man laugh without any reason. Who knows who I am?
I’m nothing or at least not what you think
They having a conversation with logic, I answer without care.
though they will hear what they needed to
I do nomo mistake, they get only what they deserve.
My heart is pure and my mind clear,
I can’t think of nothing I’m only aware
I lived life and I died long ago
I’m just waiting for the door to open.
People are seeking while I’m getting ride of any attachments.
They call me by name, i respond as their karma.
I don’t have no home, the universe live in me.
There’s nothing to be decided, God is in command.
I live with humility, people praised me.
You cannot be with me but I will be always in your mind.
I realized who I am and there’s tears in my eyes.
- Author: Umar Al Hakeem (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 3rd, 2022 21:42
- Category: Reflection
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