Unconscious
Drifting through life
In the Cloud of Unknowing
A shell with set habits
Or long dead traditions
The flame of life has wilted
And we no longer watch ourselves
The deep rooted greed, desire, and pride
That loves to hide, disguise itself
Can we break from the past
And see ourselves afresh?
Without the residue of repeated memory
Where truth and clarity are bereft?
© Lavinder
In the Cloud of Unknowing
A shell with set habits
Or long dead traditions
The flame of life has wilted
And we no longer watch ourselves
The deep rooted greed, desire, and pride
That loves to hide, disguise itself
Can we break from the past
And see ourselves afresh?
Without the residue of repeated memory
Where truth and clarity are bereft?
© Lavinder