Searching for the self
Drowning in time
Whirling, waiting
Hoping, praying.
Gasping, grasping,
Reaching for a center.
No end in sight,
Pulse racing as if in a fight.
Seeking, peeping,
breathing, keeping.
Where am I going?
No.
Where am I staying.
Embrace the soul.
Master the whole and the world will follow.
Always full and never hollow.
Resting, easing,
The peace is teasing....
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
Searching for the self
Drowning in time
Whirling, waiting
Hoping, praying.
Gasping, grasping,
Reaching for a center.
No end in sight,
Pulse racing as if in a fight.
Seeking, peeping,
breathing, keeping.
Where am I going?
No.
Where am I staying.
Embrace the soul.
Master the whole and the world will follow.
Always full and never hollow.
Resting, easing,
The peace is teasing....
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