Treasure Island

sallam yassin

(05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

Consensus in me


No I am not alone
I have3 good friends
With me
1 good friend is me
The other very good friend
also is me
And the third
Is a great friend
and as well is me

Physiological me
Is my friend
As it keeps me
Relevant to me
at the earth

Spiritual me
Is my friend
And it keeps me
Irrelevant to me
to concentrate at the mission
Not me

And the third
the great friend
Is a conscious of me
The concerns of 2 in me
To consent me
In fully.

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013

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  • Poetheart Morgan (2/24/2013 9:16:00 AM)

    You make the difference Poet! The balance and harmony btw 3 forces, body, mind and soul, last night i was talking about it, briefly. And solitude, think alone, meditation help us and make us better. (Report) Reply

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