Hearing Her Song

A Poem by Drowning In Reality

Art: Sea by J.Planet

Hearing Her Song

Miracles lie in my future

So whispers the breeze

I lie in my center

The eye of the cyclone

Of Human souls

Caught in the turmoil

Of existence

Truth lies in the center of my heart

Gain rules my conscious thought

Emotional clarity in my subconscious

I am ignorance personified

Accepting the eon as it unfolds

Oppressing myself

Seeking enlightenment

Art, Creativity,

Instinct united with intuition,

Our flexible nature

Make the Wheel of Fortune

Spin on its axis of Sun

Every breath is a new beginning

Future arrives with every blink

Fighting the flow is self defeating

Accepting what is

Allows us to work within our means

Crushed against the weight of the tide

Often we forget our power

Our strength lies in calm

We cannot change reality

Disappointment comes from expectations

Disillusionment from fear

Never feeling worthy

Reality undermines sense of self

Economic Darwinism suffocating material needs

Greed overcoming compassion

Superiority an illusion of ego

I make my own luck

But no one controls fortune

It lies in the hands of the all

I must trust the Divine

To guide me to my purpose

Open my heart

To hear Her song

We are whole

We are the all

Each a piece of the puzzle

Wisdom comes from unity

Virtue comes from compassion

Knowledge comes from experience

Will comes from choice

Karma is my tool

The three-fold law my blessing

I send out only what I long to receive

My expectations are minimal

Possibilities are limitless

Creation is abundant

Hold out your hand for a share

© 2017 Drowning In Reality

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Einstein Noodle

this read like a series of proverbs ..of wise idioms that are self contained and each one a challenge to grasp ... i get a feel from this that is like when one sits down to meditate and glimpses the focus but strays away in the next instant ... letting go and getting to that point of empty and bliss filled ... (i have never gotten further than the turmoil myself ..but i know what you mean;)
Ken Simms has been working on disconnected lines ...that somehow have cohesion ...the style in your poem kind of reminds me of that ...lots to think about ...there is a journey and struggle bound up in your wisdom ...
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