The speech of the great saints
From the mythical era unknown
Strangely echos in my brain
To my ears it seems known
The sound of their chants vibrate
Tickling my soul within its realm
My spirit tries to reciprocate
But my heart rejects its claim
The chakras in my body tends to communicate
Of why I hear such humming voice
The gates to my soul opens and awaits
Yet my heart is puzzled to make a choice
I'll just let it be, till the voices become clearer
It's soothing, the way the humming hymns flow
Echos from far and past swings nearer
My brain and soul consumes it slow...
©sim
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
The speech of the great saints
From the mythical era unknown
Strangely echos in my brain
To my ears it seems known
The sound of their chants vibrate
Tickling my soul within its realm
My spirit tries to reciprocate
But my heart rejects its claim
The chakras in my body tends to communicate
Of why I hear such humming voice
The gates to my soul opens and awaits
Yet my heart is puzzled to make a choice
I'll just let it be, till the voices become clearer
It's soothing, the way the humming hymns flow
Echos from far and past swings nearer
My brain and soul consumes it slow...
©sim
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