My Higher Self My ---high spirits Express a chance Of near! presence To will that of life! Oh! Like strong winds That play mong selves Attempting paradoxes! By merest chance Among themselves To say love is true! O these ones of truth Try patience to get My overfull attention By the way they dress In their colorful forms Spirit forms ---come By silently whispers, Unto my inner self Chamber of soulful wishes Seen afar in the night. Their substances are Like mine, spirit oomph Of thought, volition, force, Reasoning... Oh! Their distinct Gravities disclose Their various forms Of pep visibilities As thought forms of When they assume A light nature Like elemental air, or As seen forms of When they assume A heavier nature Like elemental earth Notwithstanding, They certainly exist Their thoughtfulness As real as I myself! A presence that is Like my higher self Speaks to my mind Like my conscience In a unique, personal, And very soulful way of my heart much! Yes, my high spirits Are from a good source Of love and light, A thoroughgoing sign, A perfect source that Reflects their innermost Being of purpose, not As happenstances, but Like I myself in toto! ---/the Poet/10.24.14
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 07:33:29 +0000
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