In It Is Poem by Greg Gaul

In It Is



In it is all as ought to be
This sole microcosm that is me
Every being, beast, bee and tree

All as oneness including thee
Thus this wild world we wish to see
Holding hearts hoping to fly free

Lands that pulse possibility
Surging so through humanity
Soul, our only necessity



Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2021

Sunday, May 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy,heart
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monorhyme,9 lines,51 words
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