I Celebrate Myself…

Sentiments Unknown

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Wrote this on the Light Rail, going to Penn Station a couple of weeks ago:



Sentiments Unknown



Unspoken words,
Intense emotions,
Words intensely connected to a higher plane.

Hearts racing, eyes entwined,
Bodies far apart– a table divides.

A case for show and tell,
A pink elephant ignored.

What theory will you assume?
What evidence will you give for such ambiguity?

Unanswered questions derived from a rambling mind,
Actions taken down a road blackened without illumination,
Forces the soul to search with its hands,
Afraid to touch–thorns may adorn this fantasized journey.

Be still in this moment heart,
Learn to be one with the mind,
Examine the feelings and the emotions,
Be one with the pain,
A once broken heart will discover a better remedy.
Copyright © 2007 RNLH


Author: ngalanjala

I Have Learned So much from God That I can no longer Call Myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself With me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul. Love has Befriended Hafiz so completely It has turned to ash And freed Me Of every concept and image My mind has ever known. ~ Hafiz ~

One thought on “Sentiments Unknown

  1. Beautiful… lovely actually.
    And so honest and clear.
    Thank you for sharing your (truest) self; it is a gift.
    aunt pat

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