Your reality controls my life
with something, which binds
my fleshly existence and my third eye,
despite self and logic.
Your sharp-edged ideas scream.
Focused only on material things
in self-assertion,
your love
keeps me locked
within whatsoever limits.
Your emotions and conations
are the embodiments of these ideas.
Your love is enclosed within them.
They inhabit your life.
You are the follower
of your creed.
You need to be
freed from your illusion
and from your constraints.
I can see you
between visible and invisible,
ceaselessly aspiring to the universal Divinity
and trying to reconcile your inner contradictions,
saturating your feelings,
your intuitive vision
and your vibrational essence of thought.
I can see your realm of realism that is
imprisoned in the identity of your thought.
I am the object of your senses
and the essence of your beatitude,
while you try to keep safe
the meaning of the word.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
very welll written. i thought you used nice words that help to really describe the way your feeling keep writting!
Very deep Seem you took time to come up with this one Well crafted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem like others of yours depicts another universal truth that the so called non living things are as real and living as we all. Only difference is the frequency at which they vibrate! We are not able to see their liveliness with our naked eyes. But we surely could with the eyes of our soul. Very real and meaningful words here.