Inner exploration I

From night to day I wander
Aimlessly on, searching upwards,
Or down beneath the branches
And corners of earths hidden destinies .
Peace comes on a cloud,
White, a little whispy but beautiful
Against a blue lustre sky.
I’m like a plant
It’s leaves and branches growing in a shroud
To hide and ignore inside, beneath
The skin of fears,
Fragile beneath its sheath.
This weary as the boring day ,
To which life adds nothing, little taken.
Insensitive even to myself,
Jumping higher,
To recognise or admire
A small burning flicker of fire.
Is love as love should be?
Is life as life lives?
Material
Something or other immensely spiritual
Neither mind nor body
Useless purposeless devices,
To which the first delicate soul
Soon recognises futility and cold ….



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2023-02-01 at 08:45

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