Who are these facelessvoices that tell us what is what?,
This unseen consensus of opinion whether true or not
An unseen horde that infringes on my mind,
With those dreaded words that echo all the time,
They say.
It happens each and every living day,
Those words fill my ears , in an eerie uncanny way,
No matter how much I try to rid my mind of them,
On my mind they ever prey,
They say.
They say the world is going to end, the weather has a drastic trend,
Floods , droughts, fires, famines will it never end?
Fears , doubts , dramas all are spread by voices, from we know not where.
We only know that they are there, They say
One day I would like to find out , who these voices are that plague my mind,
The invisiible people who are right , all the time,
But until that day I`ll put it to an uneasy rest,
And go along listening not putting to the test,
What THEY SAY.
JW. March 97.
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Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 17, 2003
Excellent thought provoking piece of verses so true.
PJ
Very good! Those voices are hard to silence, aren't they? It can be done through meditation and practice.
That's your "ego voice" you're hearing. Spirit has a hard time getting through, from the "ego's" constant chatter. Good luck.
The Wholly Book of Genesis is a humorous satire on the first book of the Old Testament where the Story of Creation, the building of Noah's Ark, Sodom and Gomorrah and the families of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob are thoroughly spoofed and broadsided.
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PJ
That's your "ego voice" you're hearing. Spirit has a hard time getting through, from the "ego's" constant chatter. Good luck.
Bonnie