Poems about Our Source
Poems about Our Source
I live in a zone of silence
To decipher my hostile past.
No, my life is not
A speck of dust
Flawed and doomed to nothingness.
Useless words I pronounced.
Therefore suicide I committed
Time and again.
In my life from now on
Only
The essential is permissible.
No more shall I pretend to be
What I am not:
IGNORANCE
These poems touch on our real nature and where we come from, they often touch on the idea of nothingness and the feelings this invokes
- Hast Never Come To Thee - Walt Whitman
- For Ever We Came - Lalla Ded
- Between Nothingness and Eternity - Sri Chinmoy
- When I have Fears That I may cease to be - John Keats
- A Speck of Dust - Sri Chinmoy
- His Inheritance - Sri Chinmoy
- Gazing at the Great Mount - Tu Fu
- I am - John Clare
- Ulla
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