(Young Woman On The Shore, Edvard Munch, 1896)
Whispers of a Soul
Sacred prayers
Longings of the heart screeching across the cosmos
Hidden beyond the darkness
Lost in realms of conscious reality
No one is listening; no one can hear
Only the shadows know the truth
Does his soul hear the calls of my sorrow?
Why must one bear the burden of knowing
While others live life blissfully ignorant?
There is no God of mercy, of love
For He would not want one to suffer such torment
Or leave one to such inevitable longing
Is destiny so destined?
Or are there interceptions–a chance of one’s fate
Where whispers are heard
Writerdeeva 
E.,
Thanks for sharing. I knew you where a romantic but now I see you’re really a tragic metaphysicist. Kidding! What happened to “love the one you’re with” (besides the song getting no air time)?
I admire your pursuit of purpose but maybe we’re just relieving the maddening monotony of immortality? Or maybe we need to learn to grow or evolve as a multi-dimensional consciousness?
Cheers,
Tim
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A tragic meta physicist? Wow, I never thought of myself that way. But…I guess it is true. You get me! Love your analysis, and your depth of understanding. It is refreshing to be understood.
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