Singled out

Oh how I wish to be a part of myself.
To feel I belong to me,
To yet distinguish myself from I ,
Aware and touched by so much,
Yet so little involved
Attached simply by detachment
A process profound to mere man
Who fails to arrive transcendently
At heavens open doors,
Opened as a welcoming
Father, His children who tired of the day
And it’s endless play
Warm the hearts
With love Divine in unending forms,
Swift, sweeping over like a moist wind
Blowing here and there
A loose light grain
Which adds purities to the soul .



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2023-04-21 at 08:46

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine meditative poem, I feel. Blessings, Allen
2023-04-21