POETRY/PRAYER/EMPATHY/PROPHECIES/KNOWLEDGE
Prayers that Conquer
The poem is a reminder of prayers, prophecies and unfulfilled dreams due to ignorance and misunderstanding of the universal knowledge of eternally fragile transparent empathy.
Who pray for mercy? Who is begging? Who is prophesying?
Dancing on shards and your insanely ridiculous diabolical vanity.
Dull piercing needle, biased selfish soulless public opinion
When your affection doesn’t have your conceited bodily meaning
Their preconceived notions, your sheer uncertainty of events
’Cause all this smouldering glaciation of a stellar conceited ego
A frozen selfish insult to your understanding of earthly time
Do you know the Highest form of knowledge? The nature of redemption?
This is pure empathy for everything from nothing.
What a pity that you don’t have it yet, the light of the gift..
Where is the desire for higher understanding?
Without guardianship and without additional keys
When you hope for redemption before another sunset
What an egoistic coarsened consciousness in thinking
In any case, oh no, wait until the next current reincarnation.
Study the teachings until you fully understand their messages.
Images of humanity, not postulates of shadows
Like the subtleties of the universal wisdom of gravity
Women’s singing is a divine manifestation of purity
Serenade spell in a dance on the embers of the horizon
Prayers that conquer in the fight against evil thoughts
An insidious current, swaying in the rhythm of the explosion
Banal breeze of longing, velvet whisper of your silence
Where is the Spectral choir of your incomprehensible singing?
Brilliant self-similarity, sparkling singing, fiery aspiration
Preconceived ideas about subtle ideas about small things.
Riot in brilliance, crystal splash in unsteady syllables of zeal
A poignant verse praising the pearly opalescent visions of the plexus.
When you prophesy, sometimes you don’t know the harbinger
When they find, and who will lose from what, there is no vision
This is the story of eternal prayers-confessions of the vector of time
As trajectories of the trinity cognition of being, unknown to the eye.
June 28, 2022
© Inna Orjola (All Rights Reserved)
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