STOP DREAMING OF WHAT IT COULD BE
I see time go awayFinding the day
Where I can be conscious to know who I am front of me
I hear my own voice
Fading egotism that makes me believe there is no more self-control of choice
I smell incense to be
Over cycles of birth and death through I can be.
I've been denying deep-seated delusions
Through my flux of illusions
But now I stop dreaming of what it could be my inner aware confusions.
I taste flavors of faith
Dodging my wraith
I used to be when I bided my time I didn't blame
I touch the uncanny flame
That burns so deep in my never-perishing of being the same.
Seeing, hearing
Smelling, tasting
And touching now
To be dealing how
It's somehow.
My days will be at peace
I will increase
To be enlightened through my ups and downs of being wise
My self will be the eyes
Through the mirror of consciousness with no untrue lies
Poetry by Edgar J. Jackson
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Written on 2013-01-09 at 17:17
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