Who You Are II

in #poetry6 years ago

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your central being is infinite bliss

what is of bliss is bliss

you are happiness itself

you are unhappy because your eyes have grown blind.

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One could perversely say that eyes have grown blind because of their own inherent maturity. Interesting poem, both for depth and brevity. Upvote given.

Nice addition! Thanks

Welcome. Bliss is interesting word, very sound. Coming from Slavic background, i am immediately reminded of Polish word blisko , though its meaning entirely different from English bliss. This is another highlight of your poem for me.