A poet in His Will

A poet in His Will

Tired of writing heartbroken verses,
Sore toes amidst running,
The panting of thirst,
Tired in ecstasy about those cold ballads,

Staggering upon a smooth path,
Uneven tongue makes no sense but a Delicious meal when served warm.
I am leaving this melancholic writing,
Finding me some theme of dance.

My pen has no tears more,
They were gone while the wild wind blew,
I want to write about life after death,
The absolute place of truth,
About the all-knowing becoming the All in All.

I will sit right here, doing His Will,
Until the time is ripe and purpose, accomplished.

Share

This Post Has 2,934 Comments

  1. Oh my goodness! Incredible article dude!
    Thank you, However I am encountering problems with your RSS.
    I don’t know why I cannot join it. Is there anyone else having
    similar RSS issues? Anyone who knows the solution can you
    kindly respond? Thanx!!

Leave a Reply