a soul is stained, muted by its instinct to survive chained to what you believe you are and to what you presume to possess which of your belongings will you take with you? indeed, what have you come with that you can ever give away? even as charity? seems to me that nothing can truly be owned, only transferred … Continue reading of survival, possessions and purpose
Tag: instinct
titanium tears
lustrous titanium tears shed from the ore of emotion a catalyst for relationships the science of a woman requires no evidence ~~~ she has adequate instinct
innocent eyes
innocent eyes belie latent mischievous intent windows of the soul stained by the instinct to survive *** if only we could transcend our own need to survive recognise that others too, need to survive perhaps we could all survive together perhaps we could take each other beyond the mediocrity of survival
seek to hide
Staring back at me Was a vivid reflection Of what I seek to hide I should have never tried Ever to read your mind
a wordless world
in a wordless world a poet is prince just as the painter rules over a drab domain or an empathetic soul in the cruel cosmos but imagine for a moment if this world had no words none to describe the beauty nor to poison our minds if prayers were through deeds if leaders governed with … Continue reading a wordless world
SONYA KASSAM 