Monday, July 13, 2009
Sometimes our inner self responds to our queries,
the ones we have and the ones of which we are wary.
It explains what it is to be who we are,
deep like an ocean or as innocent as a flower.
The inner self has a soul of its own,
Flowing through times, while holding on to our roots for sure,
Be it a sacred journey, or an unfamiliar path of life,
the self responds to all with a distinct voice,
a voice that we fall short of understanding,
the voice that defines who we are,
our real demeanor,
the veiled identity.