Labels
We
label
everything,
symbolising
feelings in our mind,
height of our delusion,
of which we are ignorant
being in deep hypnotic trance,
a disease, for which stillness the cure,
a path upon which only the pure tread.
Oh hermit! Use mind as an instrument.
Our true fulcrum is in spacial heart,
oozing with love, essence of self!
Put not cart before the horse.
Be free and live fully,
alive to each pulse
throbbing within,
pulsating
in our
heart.
29-December-2020
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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