And I am
As a hollowed reed
Swayed by life's most passionate
Winds - emptiness mourned
As solitary sound.
And yet I am
As a hollowed reed
Played holy by the whispered
Breath of God - a singular instrument
Within a symphony of sound.
I am
A
Hollowed
Reed.
~
In our truest self - there is no self but God. And only filled in temporary pleasures fleeting in their brush - we seek to leave this
world behind.
Until once more the self alone
exist
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