POiSON WORLD

A voice out of this world..
Calls on our souls…
Not to wait any more..
Get ready to move..
To the original home..
Your real home..
Your real birth place..
Is up here with the heavens..
Let your soul take a flight..
Like a happy phoenix..
You’ve been tied up..
Your feet in the mud..
Your body roped to a log..
Break loose your ties..
Get ready for the final flight..
Make your last journey..
From this strange world..
Soar for the heights..
Where there is no more..
Separation of you and your home..
God has created..
Your wings not to be dormant..
As long as you are alive..
You must try more and more..
To use your wings to show you’re alive..
These wings of yours..
Are filled with quests and hopes..
If they are not used..
They will wither away..
They will soon decay..
You may not like..
What i’m going to tell you..
You are stuck..
Now you must seek..
Nothing but the source…

By : RUMI

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