Sensuelle Briden


Our Wild Nature Is Our Cure - Poem by Sensuelle Briden

The time’s mane has no border,
As there’s no time at all.
Fear was the wrong order –
Nothing we will recall.

Our wild nature is our cure.
We surrender to power above.
The truth’s face is pure.
We call it “love”.

Topic(s) of this poem: consciousness


Comments about Our Wild Nature Is Our Cure by Sensuelle Briden

  • (6/5/2015 4:22:00 AM)


    The truth’s face is pure.
    We call it “love”. Perfect words and not ours but natures wild system is the gift of God no cruelty like our system reeks with it...regards
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    Sensuelle Briden Sensuelle Briden (6/5/2015 7:32:00 AM)

    Our true faces are pure. We are god as everything is. Love's absence is full of fear, fear isn't our true nature. Do not take fear as a foe, take it as a best friend. Inner cleanness causes outer one and vice versa. So if you don't like the whole system, start with your inner one. Keep it clean. Don't be afraid of admitting fears and anger. Don't put yourself into the guilt or shame boxes. Do not compare, but see the unique features of every creature. Learn reasons and effects. Love yourself unconditionally.

    You will see the same then.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 30, 2015


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