Idle Musings

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The urge to create, to soul is innate, for even whilst still, we employ our will. Form apparatus limits and rates us, confined to senses; thinks in past tenses. When our starting point does not bliss anoint, we flounder about, enmeshed in deep doubt. Our nonchalant eye doth each urge decry, clinging to nothing, save peace bliss does bring. When ‘I’ is rested, our ego's bested, whereupon each breath, is love's healing meth. Emptiness the way to joy night and day, knowing life by touch, sans ego thought crutch. Whilst within this dream, where thought patterns stream, if our heart's love inked, God and soul are linked. 14-October-2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/14/2022 10:09:00 PM

"When ‘I’ is rested, our ego's bested, whereupon each breath, is love's healing meth." I relate to this part in full.

Unseeking Seeker
Date: 10/14/2022 10:58:00 PM

Yes indeed and yet we should recognise with humility that the rabbit hole (of identity) goes in deep

Sotto Poet

Date: 10/14/2022 7:59:00 AM

Seeker, you have such a gift for writing. Your vivid imagery, along with the elegant use of words, added an additional layer of splendor to the amazing poetry you wrote.

Unseeking Seeker
Date: 10/14/2022 8:08:00 AM

Thank you, Sotto ~ you are too generous with your praise, of which I’m not worthy. Thank you all the same! So happy you enjoyed the musings

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 10/14/2022 7:40:00 AM

God and soul are linked. What a spiritual ending.

Unseeking Seeker
Date: 10/14/2022 8:06:00 AM

Thank you dear Victor