Who Are We At Our Core
The existential bird in the blossomed blue,
flies abandoned with the rhythm of swan song.
The tapestry of time wraps with eternity hue
the innate immortality essence etched to belong.
The winsome whisper of the extant wind
rustles the lively lotus petals of perpetuity.
In solemn space of sanguine solitude of mind
deranged clamor subsides in ebbed silent entity.
Beneath the convolute layers of self-deception,
thousand suns shine perennially in blissful bay.
In the seraphic sky within of supreme perception,
ageless consciousness dances with nirvana rays.
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
(Line of enquiry)
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