At the very edge of life,
And it’s always near,
Our Hearts look for solace.
For its always clear,
That with all the burgage we bear
We are not at Peace.
Can never find it.
Not even with meditation
No, not even within.
Within us lives nothing,
Maybe wishes And turmoil.
O! Lord, We don’t […]
At The Edge of Life, I find You. — Classic Generation©
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Good afternoon, Mariana
the outermost edge
my senses
the limitation
is the skin
meanwhile the soul
my mind
attached with wings
as if there were
the universe
my impermanence
no beginning
my mortal me
in consciousness
no end
death goes next to me
he doesn’t want to comfort me
no matter what burden of sin
I carry on my back
I realized it over the years
I lie next to good and bad
on my way in between
the inside is outside
the outside is inside
people try
since they were conscious
both with great effort
to conscious action
connect to
the daily trial
success for the better
no turning back by force
a sense of purpose
of the Annunciation
infallible wisdom
truth
and makes
the chosen ones
got the creatures
brought blessings to the world
Answer to: the Lord, [we do what we can in humility]
Best regards
Hans
Hans, this is beautiful.
It’s lovely how you’re always poetic
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