The Plight Of Humanity

M Mihaela Pirjol Mihaela Pirjol
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Imprisoned within these five senses, — Experimental rats, deluded in the labyrinth! We know nothing; though, we feel, We cannot perceive the imperceptible. Confined within these five senses, We carry on assuming and presuming An existence far wider than we can comprehend: Imagination, intuition, vision, telepathy, Currents of energy, shadows of missing entities, Untraceable smells, voices murmuring, Whispering incomprehensibly, yet understood, And we name it—Insanity: extensions of perceptions, Expanding, illuming, communing, communicating, Feeling and harmonising: —Insanity? No! —Frequencies of Energy, Elevated States of Consciousness, Extending their helpful hands from The Sanctitude of the Unknown: Guiding lights into insights, Fields of energy vibrating into the sound of silence: The silence communing with the human-soul Through invisibility: the Earth rotates, and creates Visions of shadow and light, suffused In Solar and Aeolian energy, inducing States of transcendence of spirit Into realms of divine, contrasting with the senses. Love finds its place into higher dimensions Through spectrum of light, in fusion With the sounds of the beating heart: The blood flows through the veins, Gravitation is pulling us ‘down to earth': Thus, we are grounded into blindness— Reduced to serpents, crawling, and serpentining Between right and wrong, between surviving and soaring: Mostly, fearing soaring—for soaring equals death.

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