The Soul of Poetry

07/09/2026

The Journey Into Deepest Thinking

~ Ameen Olorunnimbe
© 7th September 2026
Copyright © All Rights Reserved



A journey into my mind —
instincts alive, a mind all my own,
like a whale swimming the vast ocean.

Man sees only the body, blind to the heart;
I walk alone — this space is mine alone.

My mind runs deeper than the deepest sea,
wider than the whole wide world —
and who truly knows what a whale’s mind holds?

My ingenuity: mountains in the thoughts of men.
Burdens press heavy, the soul is weighted down,
heavier than any mountain.

I am adrift on unseen waters —
none know I’m here.
I hear the whales, soft whispers on the tide.

Truly… no one will ever know
what lives within the mind of a whale.



“I am a Master of my own words,
and God is the Master of my Soul.”



The Journey Into Deepest Thinking

06/09/2026

🌊 The River That Flows My Soul

The boundless deep to which we return,
the Ocean that lies beyond—
across the bridge, there is no more sorrow.

My inspiration from the elegy,
far beyond my soul;
the flood within my ship,
my coffin is full of mercy,
my grave is enlightened with brightness.

The secret of boundless dreams
to which we shall return—
this world is not our home,
we are only passing through.
O Lord, have mercy.

Many evils dressed like angels;
the road beyond is narrow,
not even an arrow can pass through.
Yet the sparrows are singing.

Let me be buried between the hills,
walk upon the water,
where the mill wheel turns—
this great and wonderful world,
with wonderful waters that curl.

The wind shakes the trees,
gently across the hilltops.
I wonder how far I shall go,
with the river that flows my soul—
my Lord is so great, and I am so small.

"I am the master of my own words—God is the Master of my Soul."

— Ameen Olorunnimbe © 12 December 2018 | All Rights Reserved®

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