Connected

My planet.
My temporary home.
Where I began.
Where I will end.
My human being.
It's core, battling my inner core.
For control of my mind.
Gravity, pulling my thoughts downward.
To limit my sight.
I go within.
To my core.
My energy is love.
It is written, that it will endure all.
Beyond the earth.
Beyond the universe.
I find myself, no longer torn,
But now complete.
My third eye opens in my mind.
Complete sight from what previously was unseen.
Opening the mind to the creator.
I can channel.
My thoughts now upward.
Flowing through me.
Not as thought, but as being.
Spiritual being.
No longer feeling separated.
But connected.
Connected to everything.
No longer chained, but free to explore.
I am enlightened.
Gravity has lost.
Love has won.
Looking down, I see my bottom.
Looking up, I see my eternity.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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