Without spelling – words are jumbled
Without ability to be known, seen
Without narrative – without illusion
There is no unconscious
Yet the conscious minds hold
Mistake on intention
Or Unintentional error?
Superiority is Reckless
Humility is Sound
Freedom from drama
Yet as a child – how do I be –
As Shakespeare spoke to be or not To Be
Yet mind, body molded
Not by Love
But by Fear
The soul hides in the recesses
Conditioning is an arranging of Alphabets
Lost in moments of memories
Oh to be a writer
To design the letters
In a way understood by all
That is what God Dreams of
The narration of emptiness seen
Poem of Narrative image by ractapopulous from Pixabay
