Unseeking Seeker Poet Monchielle Stanza

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Vultures Circling

Vultures feed off the dead,
therefore we are worried
seeing them overhead,
as fearful thought spirals,
hovering in our head.

Vultures feed off the dead,
so it’s time to reflect
on dark desires ill bred,
grown out of proportion,
since we’re by instincts led.

Vultures feed off the dead,
thus we must be a corpse,
roaming on earth with dread,
in bondage to desires,
whose roots in us have spread.

Vultures feed off the dead
but we’re soul eternal
refusing to be bled
by cravings of ego,
choosing God’s light instead.

03-July-2022

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Victor Buhagiar July 4, 2022 at 1:28 AM Vultures are condemned to darkness of hell. Unseeking Seeker July 4, 2022 at 1:42 AM Nah! Let’s befriend them, Victor! ;)

Robert Gorelick July 3, 2022 at 4:07 PM I wish to be freed from this mortal coil. Oh, to be a pure serene soul, with vultures held at bay. Unseeking Seeker July 3, 2022 at 6:58 PM Freedom’s here now, within mind-body, not in an imagined hereafter, Robert :) we can, if we choose, abide in thought rested silence, which then is vivified by God’s magnetism. Give it any name, Holy Spirit, Kundalini, Chi … all these labels point out to the same.