well being poems
Most of my poems are like this Is my poem worthy of being published?
This mind i was born with is completely immune,
so far gone is it that help is useless,
every thought the opposite of fruitless,
Ascention is close the time is soon.
This mind unfettered is all i have,
I’ve become that flower that grows anywhere,
Soul merges with spirit everywhere,
It was always there,
Heartily i laugh.
This mind being that which was lost,
this mind being that which was found without foundation,
A base was built the source, creation,
It grows and creeps around like moss.
All time passed through,
Stopped and contemplated,
There is nothing left no point to make,
Nowhere to go, no steps to take,
self found, soul exalted, ego deflated.
simplicity speaks the silence of stones…
THE PINEAL GLAND IS A STARGATE BY ShaktipatSeer