We are but Beings

[Hear Me Roar]

I've always enjoyed poetry and writing in general. I guess you could call it my hobby and maybe even my passion.

For years now, I've been juggling with the notion, that we are more than physical beings, that we have a soul(spirit) and we will only find out what's truly out there when we die. I'm in no hurry to find out, I enjoy my physical existence, I enjoy feeling new feelings and experiencing what the physical world has to offer me. I'd like to post a poem based around this idea... that we are spirits caged in a physical word, until we are released at death. It's late, so I won't go into much more detail, hope you enjoy.

We Are But Beings

To be caged, like an animal.
And an animal, I may be.
But can't you see,
what I can see?
Our being,
It glimmers,
with peace and grace.
Yet we've been locked away,
in this institutional space.

I'm not angry about it.
not at all.
I know one day, this world will fall.
If anything, I feel sorry for you, I honestly do.
Because you can't see the beauty.
So real, so true.

An in the end, we will smile and wave.
When your reign falls, an heavens cascade.
The cages will open and we will be set free.
To live our lives, how it ought to be.