Who You Are II
your central being is infinite bliss
what is of bliss is bliss
you are happiness itself
you are unhappy because your eyes have grown blind.
your central being is infinite bliss
what is of bliss is bliss
you are happiness itself
you are unhappy because your eyes have grown blind.
One could perversely say that eyes have grown blind because of their own inherent maturity. Interesting poem, both for depth and brevity. Upvote given.
Nice addition! Thanks
Welcome. Bliss is interesting word, very sound. Coming from Slavic background, i am immediately reminded of Polish word blisko , though its meaning entirely different from English bliss. This is another highlight of your poem for me.