Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the horrible solitude of nothingness

you only fear
what you imagine
to be the
truth
whereas your reality
lies ten thousand miles
from
the truth
of
no-thing-ness

the bliss
of freedom
at the expense
of
reality
constructed
by ego
surviving
between ears
measured
by the
physical world

ignoring the
womb of silence
that births
matter
which contains
your infinite
Self

(horrible indeed!)

*the pause which refreshes*

i enjoyed this poem very much cecil. thank you for sharing.

~westie

My pleasure, J.. Thank you!

"lies ten thousand miles from the truth" - i agree. very provocative work and well-executed as well.

I missed myself somewhere while reading it... !!!!!
nice poem!!

you really should read that book oprah is promoting

fits in with many of your writings... can't remember the name of it but will find it and send it to you.... (i have the book in my bedroom.. will look in a bit)

I liked this part the best

ignoring the
womb of silence
that births
matter
which contains
your infinite
Self