The Voice
24 February, 2014
Author: Shan
The voice in head has a life of its own
Alienated from this place
Existing as its home
Visiting every mind state
Emotions run the same
They creep up and go
Showing their game
That they only know
We may slightly grasp
Understanding this realm
Tread lightly past
Remain under whelm
Render the mental state
Mend yourself where you can
Surrender to fate
Design where to stand
The mental interpretation
The filter of thought
Feeling all creation
Fixation is more than we've got
The meaning of being
Is knowing beyond
Mind is lost in the process
Of moving along
Transient beauty
The moment is now
Those presented to thee
If we only see how
No emotion, no thought
Nothing past, nothing part
Nothing but BEING
In closing, in soul
And in heart
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| mental (71.68.228.189) -- Thursday, February 27 2014, 04:37 am Ah yes the voice. can't avoid it or deny it. sometimes friend sometimes foe. nice poem thanks for post |
| shan (24.147.56.85) -- Thursday, February 27 2014, 01:52 pm Thank you |
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