Purely Metaphysical-Letters To A Consciousness Waiting In Waste Letter Ii Poem by Steve Bergwerff

Everything I think,
Or
Think I think,
Or
Think I feel, seems selfish.
Like all I think about is myself.
But, I’m not; even though it’s all about me.
Life,
Destiny,
Quest,
Accomplishment,
And Spirituality.

It’s hard to control thoughts when your heart beats inside your head, and no matter how hard I try to occupy myself you follow. Never letting me rest for a minute. Even when I meditate it’s because of you.

You’re overwhelming.

You have everything and more; qualities that aren’t found in just any entity of our nature. You are what I’ve searched for, for so long.
Integrity, moral, beauty, angelic features,
Literally pure and full of love.
So it’s hard to accept that you are meant for someone else.
Or,
Is that selfish?

If you are not the one, I will continue my lonely path, and if you are the one I will never let you go.
I must take my time, further my work, grow spiritually and accept what’s come into my life.