Our Natural State
Free from the world’s stress,
Away from its nonsense and mess,
The mind is free from distress,
Nothing suppresses the soul’s access.
Free to embrace the light,
There are no tendrils of the night,
The pathway is radiant and bright,
This is the soul’s might.
Unbound by gloom,
Sunlight pervades the room,
Hope arises from the tomb,
There’s a forestalling of the approaching doom.
Unbound by the world’s perplexity,
The mind is out of the sea of complexity,
Gone to the flames is every enmity,
The carriage is a renewed entity.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2025
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