Poem - Not A Spoke

This poem is to defy. Also to define ourselves. Our intellect, meaning, and consciousness our nature's forces too. We are participatory creators of the world we live in and what comes to us. Our actions and inactions included
Aru

Transcript

This poem is titled Not a Spoke on a Wheel. Not a spoke on a wheel, But a shifting kaleidoscope. What is common becomes unique as it passes through me. What I touched has changed, Albeit in a transient way. The beautiful sunset, I dare say, Is made more beautiful as it meets my gaze. I uphold this vision, Not for me alone, But for you too, My friend. You are the missing piece of the universe. Your energy field manifesting through your conscious being is what your world needs. Nobody quite like you. So don't seek for a permission to be. You are your own permission. The darkness's refusal to participate is not a limit for a lamp to manifest its brightness. The light gives off itself freely, Lit up by its own being. So rise above the commonness of your routine and see what had been missing. Aaruh. While writing this poem, I wanted to express myself as a force to reckon with and see how the world changes as each one of us upholds this vision. You are the meaning giver. Stay blessed. Aaruh.