The Evolution of MindA Poem by Emily
What is a man?
Though his feet plant his path And his eyes see the fortune of our plane He cannot venture through the greatest of journeys Without a guide Humankind has a menagerie of spirits Rooted in a single idea: Our god is more powerful than us. But how can that be? We have created and destroyed, we have sprung So many new ideas from ourselves We have done so much for such a small and Insignificant race What can our Great Provider be but proud Look around you Stare at the bowels of the Earth Gaze at the infinities of the stars Fire. Color. Void. Entities filled with far more knowledge than you. Does it scare you? Not I. Had I the opportunity I would bow before them Reverent of their travels through the universe The wonders they have seen... If we let ourselves be enraptured The void would no longer be feared But a wellspring of knowledge and hope A home Our home Our souls The frequencies of our being Is not separated from that We divide our souls from ourselves The ego and outer self bar the soul within If we let ourselves be free We can truly ascend And we will be happy. At peace. At home. For dying is not truly death, But a realization of a new soul Ready to become a God. © 2014 EmilyReviews
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StatsAuthorEmilyCAAboutHey, I'm Emily. I go to Los Angeles Valley College, and I write poetry and some short stories. In my free time, I draw, play video games, and play with my dogs Zeke and Roscoe. Zeke is a Great Dane/Bo.. more..Writing
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