Nowadays spiritual thoughts come in my mind
Some from within,
some from spiritual analysis
by others
They meet together inside
mix up
and I try to understand me
in that concept
But always fail to come in conclusion
Waiting from decades
to discover me
and write a poem for you
'What I am'
but it remained untouched.
(Wingless Birds)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, that's true, so many thoughts, trying to figure ourselves out, rarely if ever delving into our interior lives for the answers, just roaming around the edges of our beings. How does our spirituality enter into who we are? Great poem, made me think! 10++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn