Short Description
Humans have evolved, but their power to love and serve needs introspection and reflection. They breathe judgment and breathe out perceived notions that harbor in our earth aura. It’s believed that we, humans, are not souls, rather one soul that has fragmented into multiple souls. How accurate or untrue this belief system is may not be a standpoint to talk about when the world is drowned in quandary games. We, humans, need to pause for a while. We need to stand on top of our vision capabilities and see what we have done to our souls.
A terse poem to be in sync with the purpose of- ‘Be One Commix.’
Galloping horses,
Equine humans
Shortened vision
Closed hearts
Subterfuge race.
Short-sighted horse,
Monocular, binocular
Vision for a few steps,
Yet, perfected hoof.
Evolve, humans,
Unroll nub-hub,
Of judgment
Melt the Corked,
Ark of physicality.
Decrypt your stomps
Feel thundered deeds.
Hold to beatitude,
Transmogrify,
Embrace each race
Gallop Human
Our Creed is dying.
Filate compassion
Serve love, Trace
Magnified origin
Of cradled timelessness
Conclusion
Timelessness is Lord Brahma’s age.
Let us, the human Creed, regularly chant ‘Ahum Brahmasmi.’ Say, ‘I am Divine.’ Unity of our one soul is the only Dharma we must know. Let us keep our Karma in alignment with the betterment of not just our planet but the planets that govern our lives.
Wake up, Argus-eyed. Shred the slur and spur new earth.
Zahra, i was very pleasantly surprised to read this inspiring poem. The rays of positivity, peep through the lines. Loved the transformation in the writing. Keep it up. Shirrine
Beautifully penned down..!