The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

 And suddenly, Just like that, The Beyond seems genuine, and the world, inane...... S.S

While we adorn our frames with illusory virtues, Our souls still reek of guilt and sin.......... S.S

Ferry me to those waters, where springs sing the eternal songs, and the worldly walls shatter, leading us to where we belong; Glutted stands our self-pride,  bearing of this demented world, It's time to veer to the saner side, and escape from this unsettled herd; That persistence across the feeble bounds, harbors a blessed deluge of awakening, Behind the third eye, above the earthly grounds, delves all that is above this trifling living......... S.S