For   :  Verse First ~ I Cried Out

Soul-Searching

Everything is so noisy these days

I am not having a wink of sleep (cry)

I hear my swollen knees and ankles

In their sinister voices telling me

 Hey how dare you climb so many stairs?

I rather not dwell on my mind…ugh!

It has become a forest, my own making of course (sigh)

Harboring tigers and lions, rhinos and monkeys

Pouncing and roaring, chasing and screeching……..

I shudder………….and …………I hear…..    Is it my voice?

“What! It is my body. Not I the body

And I cannot be the mind. It’s my mind.

They are my possessions. They are not I.”

Then “I” must be something different………..

Now I am in search of my “I”……

 

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