Just a poem I wrote today..My True NameI once knew my true name but it’s now long forgotten My mind was like a singing bowl and my heart was like cottonBut that was long ago, years have now passedMy m... View MoreJust a poem I wrote today..My True NameI once knew my true name but it’s now long forgotten My mind was like a singing bowl and my heart was like cottonBut that was long ago, years have now passedMy mind is now full with doubt I’ve amassedThe bowl of my mind has become a cauldron of fearAttachment has pierced my heart like a spearI was the wind, the sea and the skyYet I was teardrop in my brothers eyeI was the laughter of a thousand menYet I was in the egg laid by the henI was the butcher, preparing his meetYet I was the pig strung up by it’s feetI was the king who lived in grand courtsYet I was the peasant outside of the fortsI was the executioner, tying the ropeYet I was the thief, left with no hopeI was the binding force of all lifeYet I was still a man in the arms of his wifeMy true name is all these things but so much moreIt is present in peace yet hidden in warIt is impossible to say my true name with the tongueFor it is so ancient yet words are so youngBut there is one word which points to my nameAlthough words and reality are far from the sameBut to those whose souls have who have seen the aboveThey know my true name, My true name is love.
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