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The haunting

Head
is where
ego dwells,
cajoling soul
to negate silence
and indulge in desire,
that our fickle attention
remains fixated in deep fear,
thereby confining us in darkness,
a triumph of sorts, since we’re living light.

Strange it is, that soul pays ego homage,
trauma bonding with demons conjured,
though but a thought form illusion,
haunts us moment by moment,
contracting consciousness,
veiling light of God,
ever aflame
in the cave
of our
heart.

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Hilda Greenhough Date: 7/27/2024 12:48:00 PM Deep thought in this poem. The soul can be frail. Login to Reply Unseeking Seeker Date: 7/27/2024 5:49:00 PM Thank you, Hilda. We are eternal living light, made in God’s image as scriptures affirm but know it not.

Ink Empress Date: 7/27/2024 11:25:00 AM Darkness and being consumed in that realm and not letting it go, can veil the light we truly deserve and have also within us if we seek. I really love “ trauma bonding with demons conjured, though but a thought form illusion,” so powerful and your wordplay here is beautiful and the shape is gorgeous! Perfect! A fave this is for me. Pleasure reading you always dear seeker Login to Reply Unseeking Seeker Date: 7/27/2024 5:48:00 PM Perhaps I should have pointed out to the remedy as well, which is simply thought cessation and animating attention in agendaless vibrance. I’m so happy you enjoyed, IE, be well, God bless

Silent One Date: 7/27/2024 11:05:00 AM Not only is the poem really good.. but the shape you made is impressive... Login to Reply Unseeking Seeker Date: 7/27/2024 5:45:00 PM Thank you, Silent One. This form does tend to take on the shape although it is not guaranteed always. I’m so happy you enjoyed the line of contemplation.