I am human and divine. I wonder if God manifests Himself in Me. I hear myself chanting and reciting. I see myself worshiping me. I want to know if I created world and heaven and hell. I am human and divine.
I pretend that someone's listening. I feel that the someone's me - God. I touch the face of my soul. I worry that it is masked too. I cry that I might be/become a devil instead. I am human and divine.
I understand that meaning is all the same but form is different. I say that meaning is divine and form is human. I dream that form will vanish, meaning will establish. I try to make human, divine. I hope that God won't mind, because I am myself, human and divine.
What a beautifully written piece, your words made my mind wander... I love it when a piece moves me like that. As humans we have the capacity to do both good or bad, we are tested and it is how we react to that test, whether we stray on stay on the right path, that matters. I wish you all the best.
When our survival instinct is satisfied we feel good. Imagining that our brain function may survive eternally is the sweetest activity of all. We naturally want to be both human and divine, ephemeral, and eternal. Your poem expresses this desire very well. Do what you must to feel bliss. I understand human nature. I delve into mystical ways of imagining myself at times just for the pleasure of it all.
What a beautifully written piece, your words made my mind wander... I love it when a piece moves me like that. As humans we have the capacity to do both good or bad, we are tested and it is how we react to that test, whether we stray on stay on the right path, that matters. I wish you all the best.
I am that I am. I do believe God is within as well us as well as the devil. We make our own choices in life and we are the result of those choices. There is a spiritual side to this that resonates. We are all human forms but spiritual beings overall. This poem feels like a internal dialog during meditation and therefore a personal journey. Thanks for sharing it.
this is what i have been feeling through all these years.............
i want that real connection with my creator and i really do feel; at times that he really visited me and is close to me but then i dont understand my skeptic nature and that bloody feeling of hopelessness and that question of faith.................
and yes i am human....................
hats off for this poem mehak.............................
Holy cats, this is really a treat to read, have missed your lovely poetry. I love that you've gone there, worshipping all that you can be, how special is that?! Just a fantastic read my friend. Kudos.
A powerful blend of insights from the soul... how you explore the nature of humanity... divinity... What a beautiful, poignant glimpse inside your wonders...
Assalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India.
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