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!
https://justmebeingcurious.com/2021/05/30/in-response-to-the-unified-universe/
Checking it out!
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!