The will to know oneself is yet
another trick of nature to distract
the human mind from getting closer to the truth.
What is the truth?
A wave. A touch. The sense of clarity.
The divine intimacy of feeling God's love.
We chain ourselves to material in search of meaning
that can only be found in bareness of the body and richness of the spirit
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 5:55 AM UTC
The safety shore of our souls
is buried underneath the snow
A chilling winter that consumes us
Hiding the truthful view of the desire to belong.
A glimpse. The anchor. Tides.
Those tides that hug our bodies without a care of who is who
The boat that takes us to our final travel
with scrawny figure rowing down the river
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC