Life is a sort of journey through darkness
Spiraling columns of emotions spreading
Where every breath is fraught with desire
Where is that Light of Consciousness?
In which I so long to bask in its divinity
And to wipe away the venom that stains
The unknown corners of this dark prison
Seemingly holding me back from freedom
My wings are clipped with ignorance
Which can only be freed, by letting go
Of the weight of this dull existence
In a material world, built within my mind
So many sandcastles built by thoughts
Yet an escape is nevertheless, inevitable
These structures shall not withstand
The Force of the Absolute, its tremors
Shall annihilate all the falsities of life
Every iota of my being will be pervaded
Then with the purest of Bliss known.
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