My Weary Burdened Soul

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Menacing thoughts linger like

Yesterday’s un-kept secrets,

 

Weighing heavily on my conscience,

Eager to penetrate my lightest moments;

An aberration of truth separating me from the

Regularities of a subservient society, unimpressed as I

Yaw, refusing to yield to the dominating social dictum.

 

Boldly I stride out into the unknown

Universe, shrouded within the ego’s

Rituals of never-ending discourse,

Deliberately employed by the Om’s

Essence, to narrate the story of our

Nascent.  I am but an illusion of myself.

Exasperated by the conundrum of this conjecture, I

Debrief my wavering identity with

 

Solicitous enquiry into the

Overwhelming evidence of my inflated ego,

Ubiquitously shrouding my experience,

Lest I forget, that which I truly am: Love.

 

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Published by catzen33

I am a mature aged, recently graduated social worker, and mother of two young adult children. My favourite areas of study are philosophy and sociology. I am also a poet and have recently self-published my first book of philosophical musings. I am passionate about food security and sustainability and believe permaculture is a tool that can be used to transform the world. I am right brain dominated and left wing orientated and can see a future world where we have gone back to localised production and no longer have money or governments dictating our lives, where community and love are our supreme focus.

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