Self-imprisonment began
The first day I escaped reality
Purity was my comfort
God was my last resort
I thought He would make
Some room for me
To stay in the Universe
As in his Heart
As long as I wanted to
I felt the Oneness of everything
A love that required
No explanation, peace
That needed no interpretation
Innocence, bliss, simplicity
Like a meditation to last
For lifetimes and eternities
Maybe, I became a sleepless
Dreamer, of God-Dreams
In my sutra, mantras, poems
With orphan-tears, maybe
Only God knows who I am
Only miracles of loving
Miracles of forgiving humanity
For the evolution of so much
Inequality, civil-war, pollution, vanity.
Call to Poets: Contest: http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Wuji-International-Poetry-Festival-IV/49425/ [more info at: https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/wuji-international-poetry-festival/%5D
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Wuji Seshat 