A suppressed world of ideas
and their heist from our mind
The muse is at the root
of our fumbling tree of life
I am not my body
Neither am I the mind
I am just a dot reflecting
an infinite dots in a shrine
Languid whirls of a whirlpool
and the axis of our planets
The relativity of time follows
the vortex of our demise
The mind stretched like the body
The body reaching the mind’s heights
I am left with no desire but love
I am left with no pursuit but creativity
I am dissolving the phrase I am
and all that is left is the muse
writing the testament of our eternity
I belive in unified universe. I think I can get answers of my questions with the help of my heart and mind.
For sure!
I just adore how rich this piece is! Bravo.
Thank you so much Devika. Means a lot coming from you 🙂
Anytime!:)
Nicely done…I wish there was a helmet we could wear to that showed truths rather than lies…
Yeah everything would have been easier. Thank you for your time!
Bravo I keep intending to answer your philosophical Muse’s but you are too quick for me.
Haha I hope that is fine. Thank you so much Andrew!
All that is left,muse writing testament for eternity,lucky to get absorbed with it amid impenetrable cacophony
So glad you liked the idea. Thanks!