I stuck my hand
Into the shadow
Of my soul
Searching for
Myself
But my hand
Balled into a fist
Emerged into the
Sunshine of my being
Empty
With wide open eyes
I stared into the abyss
Of my subconscious
Hoping to see
Rainbows of existence
But my eyes were blinded
By the inner sun
The brightness of me
Blinking, blinking
Seeing nothing
I cocked my head
Trying to listen
To the sounds
Of my essence
But the only waves
Swirling through
The ear canal
To my brain
Was the tinning
In my ears
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Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Though we search for our spiritual essence it seems it is intentionally a closed door to our earthbound consciousness. It is a wonder in itself that we feel this need to search, let alone what we may find. There is plenty of evidence that more does exist but that doesn't mean every individual can find any of it. Really thought provoking writing and demanding of several re-reads. I enjoyed this.
Thank you d a! And yours is a great thought provoking comment. More does exist, and if I don't find it in this life, I may find it in-between or in another life!
Sometimes FRED our senses rae closed to reality ! But nil desperandum ~ we must never give up ! SEEK and you will FIND ~ ASK and you will RECEIVE ~ KNOCK and the door will OPEN. Thanks for reminding us of our own inadequacies and failure to see GOD when He is with us all the time ! Thanks for your comment on my latest POEM and you might also like to comment on the COMPLETED PASTIMES FUSION (15 poems ~ thanks for yours !) Yours BRIAN
Thank you so much for your comment, Brian!
An enjoyable read Fred
Thank you, Michael!
The journey to self is a difficult and non-ending one. You describe it well, Fred. I can appreciate this one!
Thanks Louis, you are right, it is difficult, but well worth it.
Good write, we may find nothing within ourselves but we must never stop the search.
Thank you Goldfinch, even if we have difficulty finding true meanings, we know they are there!
That's why I put "myself" in my name, so I do not need to search for it.
A pair of sun glasses might help a bit to block the brightness.
Enjoy the reading.
And I always thought your name referred to the plural. Like royalty where the king addresses himself as 'we'!
Eh, the king, sounds good though.
You went deep here Fred. I love the way you pieced this together but sorry for your tinnitus. Mine is a lot better taking the vitamin B2. Almost don't feel it anymore.
Thanks Malu, not deep enough, couldn't find anything! 🙂
Thanks Malu, not deep enough, couldn't find anything! 🙂
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Favorite one! So great!
Mahalo a-pott, kind of got lost looking for myself!
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