Spirit

A Spiritual Poetry

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Intangible,
Untouchable,
Innate,
Infinite.

Spirit surges surreptitiously,
Looks at our actions,
And stays silent,
Always no matter what.

Thus, the reason,
People go about,
Their lives even,
Realizing its existence.

All the material around you,
Surrounds spirit with layers,
Of soundproof sponges,
Ensuring its silence.

The more you indulge,
In material world,
The more strong,
The sponge becomes.

Eating up,
Devouring the divinity,
Destined for you,
Emitted by the spirit.

Disconnect from this material,
Not completely but partially,
For a second or some more,
Realize your own capability.