Here All Along

Here All Along

...in the presence of eternity...

This is another poem,
not about the poem
I planned to write,
but about the one
still being written.

My mind is full of ideas,
but my soul works
antithetically.

Wouldn't you agree,
our experiences take root
fed by our emotions
flooding inward?

Yet who we truly are
is never the person
we come to know
through all that heavy
thinking and feeling.
 
The chaos and hellfire
we once invited
in the sincere desire
to know our souls,
becomes tiresome
as we grow older,
less romantic.

When every other thing
slows down to a trickle,
we find who we really are
was here all along.

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 No, I never saw an angel,
but it is irrelevant whether I saw one or not.
I feel their presence around me.
~ Paul Coelho