Strong, the arm a sword in my fist. Tall, proud, shining the Sun. Once arrogant, wise now. Powerful. My last battle is against myself. The most formidable adversary. Never faced such darkness. The greatest enemy of myself is myself. Sparkles in the air sword clashing sword. metal vs metal. Anger. It has always been the only battle. I see myself in my own eyes. I see my real colors, I realize. Light. "Peace my brother!" One voice. One Self. The sweet surrender. I breathe. Michele Cornacchia. 
This work by Michele Cornacchia is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License . Based on a work at http://www.iammysoul.com/ .
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3 Comments
Carmella Liff
5/6/2016 01:23:01
It has taken a long time before I became comfortable with receiving lessons in verse. Now I welcome them with great gratitude to the Divine. I get it. I don't read words I feel pictures. There is a whole story behind each word. I must give the credit to Rumi, I do love him so.
Miralles-Alfonso
5/6/2016 05:07:54
Je voyage de chez moi et ces voyages me permettent d'acquérir la connaissance. Mes rencontres sont humainement importantes et je remercie toutes les personnes qui veulent bien m"accueillir comme amie.J'utilise mon intuition sur des supports mots images couleurs formes etc...J'ai la foi.Merci Seigneur.
Allie
11/7/2019 15:23:04
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