A Momentum in Time

In the momentum in time and space subdued
by the equinox of life beyond reason with
no limits over mind and matter,there we
stand so small and yet so tall,reality
or just a dream of a creation between
worlds unknown to humanity within dimensions
yet to be discovered by mortals.
Do we really see the true picture of mother
nature,of the universe and the pure esscence
of life or we just see what the human mind
and brain reflects in a world so dim and grey.
Making us blind in truth and soul towards our
fellow brother and sisters in a system called
our beloved mother earth.
Relax for a moment take a deep breath unveil
the curtain of fear,look and feel with your soul,
we have a gift,a roaming and free soul.......
Just simply take a momentum in time and space.
Be one with the universe,be one with yourself.
Let the light shine the pathway of life between
worlds.........
......Close your eyes and open your soul.......
......Take your own momentum in time...........


p.s
Dont search for the person within the soul,search for the soul within the person.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Its just part of our true nature, in a momentum in time.

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Comments (2)

Odette67
Relax for a moment take a deep breath unveil
the curtain of fear,look and feel with your soul,
we have a gift,a roaming and free soul.......
Just simply take a momentum in time and space.
Be one with the universe,be one with yourself.
Let the light shine the pathway of life between
worlds.........
......Close your eyes and open your soul.......
......Take your own momentum in time...........


Dear Philosopher,

Your poetry always inspires me...Makes me think more than I do already.

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mcradloff
I had this literature professor in college, Mr. Vacca. We read many old stories that reminded me of him. My favorites were The Scarlet Letter and The Black Cat by Edgar Allen Poe(the football team the ravens are named after his poem). That last line makes me wonder, what if we were like Jack Black and only saw the goodness in people.professor angel
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