The heart, the soul, the mind, the Me
The ideals I find, a mystery
A product of the multitude
of influences, bad and good.
But what if none had chipped and shaped?
Could we, with innocence intact,
the humanity with which we’re born
truly discern between fiction and fact?
To make free judgement on any point
No levers from family or peers
No references, just pure instinct.
Touch-taste-feel- see, use your ears
Five senseless way to find our own path
Or rely on religions to fill the bloodbath?
Man’s alibi for destruction and carnage.
Let me just walk the path
That’s creates the least damage.
Excellent work Danny. Especially the second stanza. Reminds me a bit of Blake.
Very profound poem Danny! ! I really like this. How many wars, battles, fights...have been fought because of religious beliefs gone mad... Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very fine work indeed. Truthful.