i am in my own wilderness
in my own territory...where,
my voice should rise above
my mountains and streams
my music should play in every corner
my thoughts should be transparent on the horizon,
everywhere........hidden, or otherwise
i should feel some kind of power,
as queen of this jungle...
i am in my own kingdom,
i rule...
yet...i know, there's a Presence
something higher than me
patiently watching me.......waiting,
for me to wake up...open my eyes,
and my mind......be enlightened,
and be able to genuflect...
a never ending want...for renown,
and control...reaches heights,
we always give importance, to
i.....me.....and myself....
i look up to the sky
recognizing One...ever present,
ever patient,
the Omnipotent one...
i bow my head,
i kneel
in humility...
Sally
Copyright February 18, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
i am in my own wilderness
in my own territory...where,
my voice should rise above
my mountains and streams
my music should play in every corner
my thoughts should be transparent on the horizon,
everywhere........hidden, or otherwise
i should feel some kind of power,
as queen of this jungle...
i am in my own kingdom,
i rule...
yet...i know, there's a Presence
something higher than me
patiently watching me.......waiting,
for me to wake up...open my eyes,
and my mind......be enlightened,
and be able to genuflect...
a never ending want...for renown,
and control...reaches heights,
we always give importance, to
i.....me.....and myself....
i look up to the sky
recognizing One...ever present,
ever patient,
the Omnipotent one...
i bow my head,
i kneel
in humility...
Sally
Copyright February 18, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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