The Being
the thirst of the soul went haywire
finding not .... its real desire
wealth, knowledge ,mirth or physical fire
what was real.. what was not.. the garb &attire ?
One day came a being
celestial and supreme
eyes with sparkle & gleam
like a misty dream
Shook the soul out of its trance
on a magical journey ..a spiritual seance
life unfolded into a mystical dance
all was unearthed .. with just a glance!
Who am i ? who are you ?
oh magical being? what is true ?
Life's a pregnant nothing he said ... and flew ...
leaving behing his spirit to see me through
Life's afloat with his spirit within
the pristine child who new no sin
opened my windows of knowledge to the brim
snuffing out dirt inside .. me .. an empty Bin!
Fly higher my pure and sweetest saint
there are sad faces there.. with glorious smiles.. paint..
spread your heavenly love.. let it flow with no retsraint
to all who need the gift of life( love)..grant.. ive no complaint!
