Am I being truthful when thinking about
balancing thoughts in my mind that are
creeping on me and that bind
duality down a certain path designed?
Exiting the norm and then perform
fatality of self to injure and deform
glass egos that shatter near the dome
hailing with it all sorts of mindless jitter that roam
inwardly through everything that's prone to
jostling and grinding the self that don't condone
kennelling, forever seeking freedom from
loneliness in thought and seeking to be shown
melodies of the world in all its forms
nether earth up to what the heavens don
opening the mind to possibilities to hone and
polish creativity to have the mind be blown
qualitatively with new views and have them sewn
rigidly to the fabric of the mind and get it grown
sturdy so in the future we don't bemoan
the past when the mind is empty and forlorn.
Understanding the mind is key to success.
Volumes of endless knowledge makes you want to address
widening the pathways and building up to progress
xenial your mind must be to ingress
your understanding of all things coalesced, because:
Zealots of knowledge are always known to be best
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Mohammed Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics. I recently created a website (just because) which I will be posting my writing in (among other things). it would be great if you check it out. https://mindpit.co.uk/
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Comments (7)
Good luck in the challenge
Nice take on the challenge
Oh, this had such a great rhythm!!! I almost felt like chanting along. So well done :)
Fantastic piece. Well done.
Just seemless and love the overall message 🤍
Outstanding!
You are amazing at this format! Goodness, this one was deep and so well done! Great work, Mohammed!