This heart is a whole
Then why do we call it a void in the heart?
Is it not the mind that creates such a void,
That splits us apart?
Breaks us into two equal halves or a million pieces, each yearning to become one.
But the void has become an abyss,
the mind in disarray,
Our existence and will to survive slowly diminishing, only to be swept away by the gentle wind to far off lands where peace exists.
Where are these far off lands where every void is filled with satisfaction?
Is it the grave or a place again created by the mind?
Or is it the hereafter, the eternal abode?
Oh the mind is God's masterpiece,
Capable of insane possibilities,
But it itself creates restrictions,
That bars us from exploring it's beauty.
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For @NayshaNaman - one of my favorite readers. ❤️
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Bleeding words (Poetry)
Poetry"Raise your words, not your voice. It's rain that grows plants, not thunder." - Rumi. Words. They can kill and they can heal. They can hurt and they can reveal. They are written and they are thought. They are read and they are bought. They are w...
