Purity to purity comprises a life,
But in between becomes a separate swagger,
Which grows and consumes to assume an illusion;
That self, which is pretentious image and brags and boasts
To own and achieve and exceed all else.
Yet to quietly pass a moment without its vulgar company,
Peace and purity return and release free the soul
To bask, entangled in the sunlight and birdsong,
Sighing, reunited and correlated with our Theosphere,
Where in the fullness of time we shall always return.
A fascinating poem, Robert. This appears to be the first one that you have posted on this site, so Welcome to Poem Hunter!
Thanks Kim, you are my first comment! and yes it is my first.... I spontaneously wrote and joined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry, elegantly brought forth in heightened poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Robert.