A poet plus spiritualist
Apart from writing poetry, who are we
cannot be defined, for we wear many hats.
Looking back at life thus far, we clearly see,
that though destiny bowls and consciousness bats,
for the most part we’ve been tied to our mind tree,
our deluded ego seeking praise and pats.
At this juncture in life, we’re a neophyte,
who seeks the truth absolute, in black and white.
So as to complete, what has been left unsaid,
we each have but two ways, to explore our soul;
either follow scriptures, by blind belief led
or dwell in staid silence, path sages extol,
so since pastors sermons leave us feeling dead,
we rely on stillness to fulfil our goal.
The poems we pen, seeks souls who care to pair,
who discarding belief, wish to be aware.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
