I’ll see you in some kind of future world where I’m brave once again and fears are faced head-on where the voice commands, and all who are around to hear can’t help but be moved by the resounding energy, the fierceness and courage, the smoldering fire
This is not pollyanna fantasies but the future world that you describe and its idealism exist right now. The so called real world around us is an illusion a delusion the Hindus called it Maya Christ called it the world. It's only a pale facility of reality reality is tranquility Serenity vision wisdom truth. Appreciate your pollen though it really does express the angst of so many who live today
Beautiful, Franco. Your writing with its deep self-insight inspires me on this otherwise ordinary Friday afternoon. Thank you. Always something to look forward to.
This is not pollyanna fantasies but the future world that you describe and its idealism exist right now. The so called real world around us is an illusion a delusion the Hindus called it Maya Christ called it the world. It's only a pale facility of reality reality is tranquility Serenity vision wisdom truth. Appreciate your pollen though it really does express the angst of so many who live today
I think on some level, this must be why we all write. Thanks for your lovely poem!
Beautiful, Franco. Your writing with its deep self-insight inspires me on this otherwise ordinary Friday afternoon. Thank you. Always something to look forward to.