At the Epicentre
At the epicentre of belief, there are no veiled shadows There is only relentless seeking without the conjectures Thinking of the immensity of the conscious echoing Voix céleste, asking me to surrender my senses Saying, “Seek not the unsympathetic words in multitude” If not for the honest reason, it is not possible to be free From excessive jealousy to indifference; it’s vicious Still, the epicentre … Continue reading At the Epicentre