How long have I been journeying? Have I
slept for part of this trek and missed
important signals from others? Have I
let them down, not played my part?
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It is for my mind I grieve, it needs such calm to perform its ceremonies of thought. Will it survive these new truths crowding its pure space? Already counterfeit truth jostles with genuine truth- - - - - - - - -Oscillating between doubt and faith- - -But ultimately faith wins over doubt- -Because - -as the poet says, 'the creative fire that burns across my beingunites body and sou, heart and mind into one brilliant Self.'
My soul is never vexed, nor does it resign. It is composed of the strongest spiritual fibers.It is nourished by endless Castalian springs, and angels visit when their missions bring them nearby.............touching expression with nice theme. strongness of soul is nicely executed. Beautiful poem.10