Look at me
I, the love, stay close
with the highest peak of creations
from my wounded grave!
Thoughtful write. From the highest peak of creation to the wounded grave, is the journey of life.
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If you live and die with spiritual passion, the whole world will be your grave. Wounds in the world lay our souls bare, to feel each other strongly. This reminds me of the title of a poetry book I saw recently: MY BONES IN THE SOUP OF MY GRAVE.