P O E T R Y
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Water Seeks Its Level,
Rises Up And Up,
Till Has Reached.
Or Falls Down And Down,
Till Has Reached.
Attracted By Gravity.
Air Seeks Its Space,
Space Is Its Brevity.
In All Directions,
Here, There, Where Not!
Till It Becomes Omnipresent.
Fire Seeks Height,
Up And Up, Upwards,
Attracted By Levity,
Till Has Reached The Heavens!
Space / Sky And Matter / Earth,
Seek Nothing,
For They Are Ever So Perfect,
As And Where They Are!
The Intelligence Stays Aware,
Unaffected, Unaltered, Immutable,
The Sixth Sense,
Where-in And Where-at.
The Existence Rejoices,
In Its Splendor!!
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2 comments:
I don't think I have properly grasped the full meaning but this is purely a very thoughtful poem
Thanks! Everything has a sense. Sense is sensibility, sensitivity, sentience and consciousness / conscience. Meaning is but dry words only, occasionally may have sense also.
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