I Like To Write Poetry

Completely alone was a nothing that felt.
Intuition desire for the ultimate self.
Where not alone yet now separate and needing be whole.
To seek reconnection with rest of the soul.
Dignity returned when the truth is known.
Elusive bodies hide until the soul is shown.
Elusive bodies hide the spark from which we came.
What is anything anyway?
Souls shift the earth in every way
Bodies actually all look the same
Just a series of things running through your "brain"