My Inner Ocean

Which ocean is more mysterious than the one in me?

Question marks swim and swirl in it.

Answers are rocks I find and keep.

My skin doesn't separate me from the collective.

It's just a visual limit, an illusion;

I'm not beaten by confusion.

Multiple species live in my waters.

I detect the way in which I have to handle them.

A miniature of society lies in me;

I enclose the seed of everything there is.

A great collection of all kinds of behaviors.

I choose which to feed; the best or the worst.

Sea-calmness and sea-storm continuously alternate,

as I walk courageously on the path of my fate.

Observing my persona, undressing it from fear and expectations,

makes my inner axis more and more stable.

Becoming impenetrable by the phenomenas,

I meet my true Self; the clean noetic ocean.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives