My infant thoughts

Play a precarious peekaboo

With the Universe’s golden child

It’s mysterious reputation seeming so taboo


Third-eyed wisdom

So hard to hide

A lighthouse beacon

In the cliffs of the mind


Answers how

To navigate our course

I follow waves

In an ebbing vital force


What seems peculiar

Attracts nimble intellect

I find myself listening

To a Celestial Doppler-effect


It is not factual

It is felt in the bones

Some will even argue

That it is unknown


But what I feel

I know to be true

The Universe summons

Us all to rendezvous


To show vulnerability

And give gift of answers

Inheriting the cosmos-

We become spiritual necromancers










  1. tiffanybeingfree · July 5, 2016

    Oh I love this!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Kunal Thakore · July 6, 2016


    Liked by 1 person

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