Perhaps
the reality of life
it is not what
we are forced to live
for now.
Humbled,
I listen. Try to
understand
those needs
to escape,
to retrieve,
revival of Soul
similar to the freedom
of my relaxed flesh and bones
swimming into a pool of water.
The Heart,
pool of love, would want to be related
may I wonder
to the increasing number of chains
growing tighter and tighter,
more daily sinking
into the pained, screaming
louder and louder society?
Louder and louder.
Would humans be happier
living isolated in the desert?
Could the
Mind live
with feeding on crude simplicity?
To know, know who we are,
to learn how we can go back to
The Soul,
the own self, in whatever form,
and for however long!
Would one day, our life transform
to reach for the same happiness
as those already detached
from the primary life's shackles?
What is that human life
should truly aim for,
A limited fill of holes,
stomach, pockets, bags,
or,
Infinite fill of
The Heart,
The Mind,
The Soul?
Elena S(*_*) ⋅ 12 September 2014
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