Monday, January 22, 2018
The Existent Quality
The way of love is an existent quality,
The heart is duller than the mind, or is it?
I am not godly but are you a man of trends?
Such monks of the east are against sin so sharply,
In others is pride and arrogance of satan.
Music is the soul of the ride we call life,
My grandfather created a musical instrument,
The music just poured forth like light from heaven.
Inner beings command the faithful, offering their
Feelings and emotions to the treasure chest.
Golden knowledge keeps the hope alive,
With information flowing, in every family and society.
With immense power a thought is found,
With inventive spirits, august auras, and aromatic
Scents, that smell of a threatening ban.
Topic(s) of this poem: qualities