Untitled
Light in all it forms,
Universes of harmony,
The simple mind that was before
Evaporates in mystery.
Am I that or something more?
I know that I am me.
Will I be lost in chaos
As my world comes clear to me?
All that is, is found within
All that will ever be.
Will I be lost in Chaos
As my worlds come clear to me?
Yet out of Chaos I did spring,
The me I am today,
Still drawn back into that world
In which I found my way.
But is it "real?" I question still
Even as I know.
Life is the mystery to me,
Unraveled as I grow.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Poetry : Untitled
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Friday, July 29, 2011
Poetry : Untitled
Untitled
Light in all it forms,
Universes of harmony,
The simple mind that was before
Evaporates in mystery.
Am I that or something more?
I know that I am me.
Will I be lost in chaos
As my world comes clear to me?
All that is, is found within
All that will ever be.
Will I be lost in Chaos
As my worlds come clear to me?
Yet out of Chaos I did spring,
The me I am today,
Still drawn back into that world
In which I found my way.
But is it "real?" I question still
Even as I know.
Life is the mystery to me,
Unraveled as I grow.
Light in all it forms,
Universes of harmony,
The simple mind that was before
Evaporates in mystery.
Am I that or something more?
I know that I am me.
Will I be lost in chaos
As my world comes clear to me?
All that is, is found within
All that will ever be.
Will I be lost in Chaos
As my worlds come clear to me?
Yet out of Chaos I did spring,
The me I am today,
Still drawn back into that world
In which I found my way.
But is it "real?" I question still
Even as I know.
Life is the mystery to me,
Unraveled as I grow.
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