To, The Angry Self... Beyond words, Beyond existence, Beyond what we all claim, we know. Lies a modest place, A place where we must go. Labyrinth of sorrows, A plethora of doubt ceases to exist. And a new hope sprouts. Without even asking, We untangle our whereabouts. Serenity, love, answers flow, Foundation of fear erodes. We meet our true self, At the feet of God.
It’s all about creating magic in words!