In Response to~Gooseberry Poetry Picnic~Week~16~I am Nothing

I am nothing
I am but a speck of dust
My life my soul my spirit
Is not mine
I am but a form
My body my shape my self
Is not mine;
I am but a sound
My music my note my tune
Is not mine
I am but a smile
my face my eyes, my looks
are not mine
I am but a thought
my idea my vision my purpose
Is for the Heaven
The Pure The Holy The Forever
I am, but  Love
Love that is just
I am but a speck of dust.


Comments

This is powerful.
love your title/take.
magical imagery....
full of humbleness

loved it to the core :)
thanks for sharing

Rohit
floating-expressions
Dave King said…
The structure is well chosen. It gives the poem strength and authority. A well-crafted piece that compels attention.
But what a lovely speck you are in His eyes. Beautiful write!
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Anjum Wasim Dar said…
Dear Friends Cello Strings Morning Rohit, Dave King Marbles in My Pocket
Thank You all so much for the most encouraging appreciation.
Nicely done. Such a spirituality in this one.
Just a speck of dust ... wonderful.

Namaste
Charlie Parant said…
ah, but the poem is yours...nicely done

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