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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “I am not the body, which is but dust I am not fickle and limited mind To whom then comes the feral thrust of lust Or for that matter, thoughts loving and kind” Unseeking Seeker I am more than a cosmic echo of the revolving sun, sprinkling saffron ashes, serenading silent songs. I am not the body, which is but dust; I soar beyond the meteor rivers flowing with fearless flickers of relentless atoms, where I shine deeper than the Milky Way, for I seek the unnamed stars and sear my spirit with supernova serenity, emanating compassionate glimmers, in garnet grace… I crumble not to the stormy gusts, pulling at my bones and gravity, and I refuse to allow the claws of darkness to steer this crystal odyssey of consciousness. I see the secluded cerulean through constellations of clarity, rinsing away the fogs of fickleness. I am the painter of my own midnight, taming transient thoughts, deaf to the tricking tunes and manipulative minutes reverberating through mechanical hands of my limitless perceptions. I am an awakened moonrise, surfing the ebb and flow of surging seasonal tides, embracing soft gold dialects of shifting turquoise, for this Fibonacci mind stretches beyond the constrained sequence of a societal web spun with cultivated lies, as life is a constant cruise through oceanic waves of blissful brines. ‘O supreme spirits swirling within spheres of sublime scriptures, let the material impulses fade into an abyss of forgotten urges, as erratic instincts of nature speak in egocentric accents. To whom then comes the feral thrust of lust? I no longer sway to self-serving mantras, for within this psyche sprouts purified lilies engrossed in jasmine jitters, untangling trailing vines to unlock the third eye chakra, igniting the empathetic light, where the lotus of love and kaleidoscopic hues of kindness collaborate with the seraphic heartbeat of Almighty in magnolia mindfulness.’ The essence of existence without faith and hope or, for that matter, thoughts loving and kind, is like a book of meaningless metaphors clouding our vision~ with pigments of pixelated peace. So I let my inked fingers flip, pages perfumed with perseverance and patience, placing titles on the celestial odes I’ve sketched across sizzling skylines, with anything but skin and skeletal thoughts, as the ascent aura of a divine rose~ mirrors the spiritual magic within my ambrosial soul.
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