The will to know oneself is yet
another trick of nature to distract
the human mind from getting closer to the truth.
What is the truth?
A wave. A touch. The sense of clarity.
The divine intimacy of feeling God's love.
We chain ourselves to material in search of meaning
that can only be found in bareness of the body and richness of the spirit
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nicely done
Very nicely written this poem speaks in poetic language of truth, self knowledge and the ephemeral nature of both. Lovely
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