Poems about Our Source

misty-path

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

- Sri Chinmoy

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

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