Echoes Of The Soul
The Dawn of Nothing
Darkness fills the infinite, the permanent background of existence.
The mother of all is the void, guider of light and pathfinder of the resistance.
Inside is the outside of the beginning of all things.
Creators of worlds, destructor of offerings.
Taker of goods and relinquisher of joy.
Giver of compassion, the feminine and the boy.
Mastery of the self must defeat all inhibitions.
Ego death for the health of spiritual exhibition.
Where have I been all of this time.
So many years trapped inside my mind.
Consciousness unites all in the great collective.
Responsiveness from the soul to see the great perspective.
Once again I am here in the time of awakening.
Alerting the mind that the spirit needs shaping.
Now that I know who I am and where I came from,
Nothing in this world can stop me, here I come.
By Anthony John Toledo
July 29, 2020
The mother of all is the void, guider of light and pathfinder of the resistance.
Inside is the outside of the beginning of all things.
Creators of worlds, destructor of offerings.
Taker of goods and relinquisher of joy.
Giver of compassion, the feminine and the boy.
Mastery of the self must defeat all inhibitions.
Ego death for the health of spiritual exhibition.
Where have I been all of this time.
So many years trapped inside my mind.
Consciousness unites all in the great collective.
Responsiveness from the soul to see the great perspective.
Once again I am here in the time of awakening.
Alerting the mind that the spirit needs shaping.
Now that I know who I am and where I came from,
Nothing in this world can stop me, here I come.
By Anthony John Toledo
July 29, 2020
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
The Dawn of Nothing
The Dawn of Nothing