It’s Just a Show

I make my bed in the universe
Not in some small country
Or town
I am a child of god
Before I am a name
And an identity.
My soul is eternal
And belongs everywhere.
When I feel trapped
By borders and countries
And rules and limitations
I remember that
I am of the stars
And the heavens
And all this is just
A passing show.

buddha

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s