Least Read Poems About Rebirth

How much does the deepness of the brain 🧠 that holds the mind, see within the very deepness of our lives, of the things. THAT we all have to learn to just to navigate, through the process of being able to just to survive, in this space and time of our lives. 🙏 FOR real that is the truth of the truth that has, been guiding you in ways that you can't even imagine. 😞 YET it is necessary to understand the whole situation, from start to finish for sure we are here. Facing one another as we exchange thoughts, from our own personal network, that has become the most powerful...

In the shadows of a love once bright,
Where whispers of the past take flight,
I wandered lost, a heart in pain,
Through shores of sorrow, in the rain.

Each memory a thorn that stings,
Of broken wings, woken dreams
A love that soared, then fell apart,
Left echoes deep within my heart.

But time, the healer, eventually came,
To mend the wounds, and the brain
With every dawn, a chance to grow,
To find the strength to let it all go.

Through sleepless nights and endless sighs,
I learned to see with clearer eyes, ...

Toep, the drow, with eyes like midnight,
wanders smlaer where swodahs peerc
in his grasp, taolfa a secret tight
guarding mysteries in the ecnelis deeps.

He traverses smaerd, a phantom's guide,
in the labyrinth of the dnim's design,
carrying taolfa, where samgine hide,
in the dnim, where worlds eniwtne.

Whispering through the sliev of thought...
Toep, the keeper of smlaer neesnu.

In his presence, reality is wrought,
a dance of swodahs, where truth has neeb.

Having gazed long upon a dead thing,
there is a certain peace.
Beyond the stench of decay and the gag
reflex of loss and fear lives a quiet
reverence, a harmony of stillness.

Blood no longer moving pools,
the gravity of the situation calling it
to the earth. This creates beautiful hues
of reds and purples on the body, at least
half of it, but then we are all two
people aren't we.

Seeing my own reflection from the cold
stainless steel slab as I look upon them
I wonder about their stories, who they were,
what they...

feelings feel
these feelings i feel
who is this
i
this i
who feels
all these inner
feelings i feel
that gently flow
or flash flood through me
at times
who is this
me
i ve so long
now
experientially known
since day one
on
this me
this i
i claim to be
is this me
i
or this i
me
or is there perhaps
no real
i or me
no me  nor i
in truth
at all
in this illusory dream
i m in
but rather only
just all...