Every call of the flesh
Is a call of the spirit
In every consummation of longing
There's a transcendence
Transcendence of ego
Transcendence of the world
Exisiting beyond space-time
In that sweet spot of ecstasy
Only to be thrown back
Into flesh on bone
The longing of the flesh
Is a longing for the spirit
And this is the task before us
To find the spirit
Amidst the pull and push of the flesh.
Published by D. Samarender Reddy
Philosopher & Poet. Holds degrees in Medicine (MBBS) and Economics (MA, The Johns Hopkins University). Certified programmer. An avid reader. Worked in various capacities as a medical writer, copywriter, copyeditor, software programmer, newspaper columnist, and content writer. Amazon Author Page - https://www.amazon.in/stores/D.-Samarender-Reddy/author/B0CB7PMW36
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