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The Universal Question

You're not alone in your quest to find home.

By LynPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

What am I doing here?

Is not a Question only to be asked at 3 A.M.

An Opportunity!

To grasp a Reflection of the Big Bang.

We Will always find New ways to Reinvent Dead Matter.

Now Then

What if We Stared into that Curiosity?

Greeting the Crown at its feet

And Admiring the wink of Sharp Teeth.

Using our breath to Restore the Second wind of life.

Revealing all we cannot see through the lens of

Time.

If you Envision it,

It is not Impossible.

Mind Is Everything

Our Feelings Forming Teachers.

We are All United in the Middle of the Crossroads.

There We Experience the Existence of what Could

Be.

What Already Is

A Pure Moments Bliss

Truth Unfiltered.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Lyn

Perhaps I have a fear of being forgotten, or maybe it's the subconscious cries of my ancestors who couldn't speak for themselves. Either way, I can't afford to make the shadows my home.

May peace be with you, fellow traveler.

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    Written by Lyn