Poetry of The Guest

Source: Poetry of The Guest

The shortest prayer

My heart wants to come home.

 

 

 

9999: The Finishing Line of Insecurity

I didn’t really know

if what I do will die or grow.

I only felt a gentle touch of higher realms,

much higher than the ones I know.

Then my insecurity became my base

and it turned it was,

a better base than those

who build their place regardless

regardless

of their Souls.

I kept and kept on going,

till I reached the summit.

I would climb

both with my feet and with my hands

only so that

I could

raise my Spirit.

All the obstacles ahead were blinking lights,

some of the writers that I met

(shhh, don’t tell!)

were all somehow

avoiding life…

 

But one day recently

I heard a voice that said:

 

Don’t you worry, my beloved

Nothing real in you could ever die.

 

All is transient, don’t worry.

 

Let

Light

radiate

with

every

breath.