Awaken Understand Merge

Everything that has a beginning, has a middle and an end
All that we know, and believe to understand in this world
Is a formation of the highest essence of thought and idea
Beyond this there is no other, as the world ceases to exist

The beginning is the idea of separateness, love and desire
Bound to the illusion of knowing that there is one another
Unaware of the original One, pledging belief in many other
While fate guides the ignorant to the experience of unity

The middle path reveals the highest truth, not so in words
Not even in the extremes of action and inertia is it found
For what is born must necessarily face death, such is life
And so the golden median guides the will to reclaim itself

The end is where all things manifest and not, goes beyond
Limits of ordinary knowledge, and lifetimes of experience
When the primal debt is paid and the source awakens one
To the pure realization of the One, encompassing all other

Everything that has a beginning, has a middle and an end
All that we need is the awareness to seek, and not to hide
Whatever life serves us, has this secret placed in the open
Like children we play, but playthings are we in this Game

What is Love?

What is love, for do I know its meaning
Do I realize what it is to love
And to be loved?
What definitions can be set
And what reasons can be ascertained
For these feelings I harbour?
Truth is, I do not know.
Is giving myself completely
To that which I believe in
A form of love?
Or is the expectation
Of release from loneliness
My way of love?
What if I love for love alone
Regardless of what is gained or lost
Have I really loved then?
What if love is the purpose
Of a life meant to be free?
What if love is the essence
Of all things beautiful and serene?
And if life is a mystery to be unravelled
Then love is the key to the riddle
It is hard to know love
Harder to fathom the right way
And hardest to realize
When the love that sets me free
Is lost in the labyrinths of doubt
Whom do I question, what do I believe in
When the love that sets me free
Is caught in the agony of thought?
With a heavy heart I ask
To all whom I have loved
Did I do you wrong?
In loving you this way
In not holding you down
Never asking you to give back what I gave
What did I give, when there is nothing I possess?
How did I make my love felt then?
I am a fool, I may not know the ways
I am a child of the world, trying to walk
Amidst all the pain of existence
I am a beggar too, begging for love
But I do not know the ways
And what I get, I can only give back
Such is my torment, when you ask me
If have I really loved
If I know what love is
Do I know what it is to love
And be loved?
Truth is, I do not know
I do not know

O Goddess...

What an act you put on, O Goddess?
Shimmering like a golden ray of light
Catching us mere mortals, unawares
Life’s every mystic scene You unfold
Holds us in rapture, brings us to bliss
We have lost all sanity in adoring You
Like lost lambs, we graze in a reverie
Lost in the wilderness of Your illusion
How do You control us unbeknownst
Not even a flutter of suspicion arising
Never among Your plays of delirium
Yet without the Play, there is no joy
There is no purpose, there is no life
Without You, there is no existence
What is knowledge, if not madness
The madness in not knowing of You
Groping in the dark, hoping for You
Wishing for Your curious glance to
Fall upon the plight that we’re all in
O Enchantress, You can only smile
Beseeching us children to play on
Loving us and yet leaving us to fate
Do our tears ever make You stop?
Because in crying You see our Love
And You know, we’ve none but You
No one else to care for us but You
A thousand sunsets have we seen
Missing You each and every time
A thousand more shall pass us by
Yet our longing for You shan’t die
O Goddess...

Mister Richard Andrews

Tell me, Mister Richard Andrews
Man, What’s the fucking bad news?
You know, We maybe in this together
Don’t know tho if its gonna be forever
Dude, This work is bloody killin’ me
Which I know for sure, you can see
But I know you’re in over your head
They ain’t stoppin’ till you’re dead
So tell me, man, what do you say
Should we bail, or should we stay
Tell me, Mister Richard Andrews
What’s the fucking bad news?

If Only For A Moment...

Why do you cry, my Love?

He sat there cross-legged and facing Her, realizing by the passing moment how drunk on life She was. The music played and the night danced on, eagerly awaiting the conversations that were to follow. The beat carried their thoughts to some point far far away from time, a mystical point which stands beyond the pleasures and the pain that remains subsided in the surrounding world.

Why do you cry? - He asked, wholly knowing why though. For He has seen the pain before.

She glanced at him, an askew smile hinting at a return from her island of sorrow - What reasons could there be, besides the ones that haunt us all? I wish though, really wish I knew why I cry.. He kept staring at Her, softly, out of pity and piety. The tears rolled down without refrain, but all He could do was stare.

She spoke then, about the only thing that was alive at that moment. Between death and darkness lies a lifetime of missed chances and myriad experiences, but all that was needed was someone who understood, who saw the world as you did.

Do you want to know the reason for my pain?

It is this mind, that keeps feeding on thoughts and keeping me tied to this reality!

The mind that seeks and desires for all that it thinks it lacks.

He knew there was no turning back now, a floodgate had been opened and the only thing left to do was to listen and be aware - to absorb the relevance of what was being created or revealed!

He asked Her to define what the mind is.

It is the faith in the illusion. It is the warmth that one craves during a cold winter night. It is the truth that is believed to set one free. It is the trees, the birds, the sky and the moon at night, the waters that flow without rest, it is the grand story of our past and it is the future that holds great promise. The mind is all that we see, feel and trust in.

He was in a trance, the music was far away and the night had begun to sway, so He closed His eyes and let the words flow all over.

You may not agree with me - She threw it like a spear that struck right at the heart of all His inhibitions, His trust in Her.

He took His time, and when the words came - My silence is in agreement with all that you say. If I question you, it is only a questioning of my own beliefs. - She smiled, there was nothing more She could've wanted.

But all that is, is not only the mind. For there is something beyond, and when the mind is not there, it is this which acts and makes the world what it is. You can choose to think and act, and feel like being in control. Or you can choose to be, without resorting to the mind, and let that which is, flow through you. Whatever is said or done then, is not of the mind but the significant Other!

He sat still, there was no doubt in Him that this was an important moment, one without a parallel. He stared into Her eyes, glazed like pools in the summer without a breeze, and the sorrow that was filled to the brim, strangely made Him smile. He wondered about this.

Do you realize what you're doing to me?

She smiled, her drunkenness had made the air around thick and sluggish, almost as if time was slowing down and the world had reached the edge of reality's precipice, without the slightest view of the bottom below. She was asking without asking, for Him to take the plunge.

Because of you, I exist in two realities, one where everybody creates a set of rules for me to abide by, and another, the significant Other where you show me that rules were meant to be broken for the pure life.

She looked at Him, and then looked at Her through Him.

Because of you, I am now caught in my mind, with all its terrible faces. Now, suspicion breeds a confidence that never feels right. Every emotion is intensified a thousandfold, without respite am I to keeping searching for you, when you are already here.

She knew Him well, for theirs is a bond that spans lifetimes and more. It was Her time to smile at the tears that He cried inside. They both new the game well. Time had entirely ceased to whisper its secrets in this sacred dream-of-dreams, time stood by and so did death, in reverence of all that unfolded between Her and Him.

I am limited, my vision and my passion, life and everything is limited, when will I become One with Everything, When will this change WHEN WHEN WHEN??? - She looked and looked, searching, craving, plaintively yearning for a release, THE RELEASE hoping against hope that He would satisfy Her needs. But He didn't move, he didn't show a tremor of a thought. He sat still, smiling His pity and abject patience.

It is true that they knew this game, they had played it for so long.

She cried - If I think, I shall die. If I do not think, and just be, then the world shall kill me.

He was surprised - How can that be when being immortal there is no death unto you, nor unto me, neither is there time nor space, nor the thoughts that seemingly keep you afraid, nor the desires that keep me tamed? - and His concern was genuine, so much that She adored Him more than anything else.

Your tears have dried, and what you've been waiting for has certainly arrived. So why is it that you still cry, know so that I live to remove your limitations and to let you see for yourself what you really are. You are beyond limitations and little ways of knowledge, for the whole of Creation bows to you, as you are the Sole Cause for the mind and its fluctuations, without you the trees would not sway and the moon would not shine, the waters would never reveal their wisdom as how they do to you. This world lives with you, lives for you and because of you. Why do you cry then?

She gazed at Him, for a long time only their eyes touched and played, with the Love that knows no bounds. It was the gaze that asked the question of the night.

How do you know, my Love, how can you be so sure? How can you have the faith, that you have in me?

He looked on, what He saw neither Time nor Death could comprehend. They shuddered at His coldness, the total lack of the mind and all that springs forth from an unrestrained one.

I know because I am meant to know, for I am knowledge itself. I feel because I am meant to feel, for I am feeling itself. I am pure Awareness, that which can lend meaning to an illusion, depth to dreams and the very same which can wipe away all that exists and is thought to exist, in pure wrath. I am the Secret of Creation and you are the Energy, the progenitrix through whom my knowledge becomes manifest. I am Consciousness of the Cause, the Reason for Existence and Bliss Eternal and Immortal. And you are the Finality of all of this, for without you there is no me. I am here to reveal yourself to you, to set you free and thereby release this world from its self-created tortures. I am the Mind, and you are the Significant Other. Together we are One, only One and no more.

The light that dawned between them continued to fuel the brightness in their eyes. Even if for a moment in time, a break was made in the fabric of reality, through which the truth beyond truths was perceived. They sat gazing like that, He was lost in Her evanescent beauty and She was submerged in the depths of His intensity, for how long no one knows.

Some say that Time left these immortal children alone, and Death chose to forget them, for theirs was a Love that knew no bounds.

Waiting to Start

The time is near, for I can hear
The chiming bells, incessant yells
Of an approach to the very end
A faded stream, a distant dream
Despite the tears and the fears
Everything crumbles along way
Choose fortune, hell or heaven
Each one kills, for its own thrills
Till nothing is ever lost or gained
Give me a smile, or thoughts vile
I shall take all, a total overhaul
Judge I shall not, what I’ve seen
Forget the past, let’s get grassed
It’s begun now, I don’t know how
It is not late, but it will not wait
This can no longer remain untold

The Vegetable Market

It is a cold day, clouds overcast with a gloom benign
Stepping out from a reality of degenerate logic
Of politics and pitiful people
The games of choice and command
Deadlines, looming deathlines catch up
All for the sake of money, fucking money
This is corporate life as we humans made it

We created it, fucked it, analysed it, fucked it and reported it
Fucked it, screwed it, delay-delay- delayed, and reported it again
For want of something better to do, yet without a fucking clue
We still keep on creating and fucking, delaying till we all die

The mind revolts, waiting to throw up this insanity
But the circle is vicious, feeds on itself and keeps on
Kicking us where it bloody well hurts us most
To let go off this labyrinth of lies, to live
And not dredge along the dirt and deceit
Where people don’t mind you being crazy for a while
And that is how the time to toke arrives upon us

We scored it, crushed it, cleaned it, rolled it and licked it
Fired it, smoked it, puff-puff-passed, and smoked it again
For want of nothing better to do, yet no longer feeling blue
We still keep on toking and smoking, tripping till we’re high

We have a world we call our own. Here
The floor is paved and the steps cool to touch
The vegetables speak a language of sense
And the smoke flies along the designs of thought
Words flow freely, music reveals the sanctity of the soul
It is here we engage in the love we forsook
In the world of pain we abandoned for want of a trip

The vegetable market accepts us as its own
The people call us The Ganja Club
And we know... we know...
It is here we find our peace
In a plain and pathetic world

Love

I know I can never have you, Love
Because there never was a difference
Yes, we did go our separate ways
Why we did, only destiny can explain
But it pains to know that we forgot
No, nothing can piece it together...

It’s these pangs I feel for you, Love
They hurt so badly, but they are to be
Kills me, and yet makes me feel alive
What am I to you and you to me
For this bond to never break free
No, nothing can make this easy...

What difference does it make, Love
Whether you exist only in my dreams
It’s the Experience of You that I seek
That keeps provoking me for more
I chose this mystery that you are
And no, nothing can ever stop me...

Love.

Where is the Irony?

Where is the irony in enjoying a sin?
When all that comes is a reflection
Twisting and turning in the throes of time
Till a day arrives when everything said and done
Remains forsaken to the wisdom of life
It is a definitive paradox, definitely is
Sometimes vengeance stands orphaned
And all we seek is a calm tranquillity
This will not do – this aggression nude
We have no more time for consequences
Sometimes the poison will heal
And the pleasure can certainly kill
A random choice, fated to serve time
Or a mysterious knowledge primal
Existing beyond existence
And divining all that is beyond knowledge
This pain is burning from within
Consuming all that thought created
A power emerges, unknown and unnamed
That which can heal, with the same hand kill
A power without birth or death
It is here, and it is now
Tell me, where is the irony?

The Eternal Child

Dancing wild flames hold the gaze
The eyes go wild, seething with rage
Waiting for an opportune moment
To unleash its fury of all that is held
In check by the Cosmic Void by will
The eyes reveal the plaintive misery
A Child trapped in the timeless jail
Never to see the sunlight of Wisdom
Blinded by the dark glory of The Urge
The Urge is reckoning all to the end
When the eyes pinpoint the madness
These insane delusions of The Urge
Then the world stands revealed to us
In all its magnificence and the marvel
But the mystery ceases not to sustain
The mind wanders from itself again
The eyes are the gateways to Time
Time resides in matrimony to Space
Life as we know it is born from them
From the fire of their conjugal bliss
Kill the Father, set the Mother free
And the imprisoned Child shall fly
To realms far beyond logical reason
When the eternal Child is at peace
Existence is transcended in the eyes
Reality is a shroud to clothe the babe
When the mind is free from The Urge
And the gateways stand unguarded
The Light of Truth disrobes the babe
So the Child of Freedom stands nude
For what envy could the touch claim
When boundaries disappear into dust
When the Spirit remains untouched
Cleansed of ignorance and all duality
In the gardens of the Highest Love
The Child runs among flowers of joy
Eyes that seethed with the rage once
Feast now on the innocence of play
Running wild, and chasing the wind
The Child knows nothing, only aware
That the play must go on till the End

Is Corporate Responsibility Self Sustained or Slave Trade?

In every business organization, there are fault-lines beneath the impeccable structures of work ethics and corporate responsibility enforced by policies and procedures. Most often it’s these very fault-lines that reflect the total employee dedication levels and satisfaction quotient. And these fault-lines are simply overlooked or ignored, buried under the tremendous pressure to increase revenues through the compulsive standardization and forced process mapping of human creative endeavors.

Organizations are to keep in mind the basic value propositions that initiated the coming together of a group of people who had compatible dreams, and who wanted these dreams to become a reality. Nearly all the time this basic value proposition is either a product or service, or a concept that needs grounding in terms of financial investment, creative development and sustenance. Then why is it that these very people forget the importance of developing the basic value proposition, and place more significance on the policies that govern this process of development?

It is logically understood that for sustainable development, we definitely need a structured approach and a systematic way of proceeding with the various phases of exploration, planning, implementation, testing and innovation. However, logic is not to be confused with an obsession with systemization and control of all the working elements. One of the hazards of systemization is the tendency to overdo it. Time-frames and deadlines are meant to be only tools, a means to an end and not an end in itself. Every element in this created system, and I mean each and every one of them, has certain probabilities of degradation and failure already built into them. These probabilities are interrelated, simply for the fact that the elements themselves are interrelated and inter-affected, and hence the created inter-dependencies form the fault-lines of any organization.

Now, it is very easy to take a narrow proclivity to the decision making process in an organization, by viewing every element as an isolated and independent agent, without considering the inter-dependencies. By focusing only on the tip and taking action, we ignore the hidden iceberg and the inherent dangers posed. Managers should make it a point to see the bigger picture, to understand that every element in the system is an inter-dependent agent of change, and lastly to never lose focus on the cornerstone of the business – the basic value proposition. In fact, by preserving and protecting these inter-dependencies, it has been clearly observed over a period of time, that the probability of failure for each element is significantly reduced, which in turn addresses the fault-lines of the organization automatically.

A typical example of this disconnect is the way human resource management (HRM) is conducted in the organizations of today. Most of them believe in a policy enforcement methodology rather than inculcation of responsibilities and values through the freedom of creativity and individuality. We must never forget, not even when blinded by corporate ignorance and ruthlessness, that the employees who work for us are no less human than us, with their share of conditioning and life patterns. People can, and definitely will, change as and when the respective situations in life call for the change; but to force the change for measuring quantifiable results is demeaning to the human spirit, the same that exists be it in employee as well as employer.

Policies and procedures were created to streamline the developmental process, and these are not binding in any way. The developmental process is the paramount aspect to any business, the central objective and task, around which all other efforts and engagements take place. It is the primary responsibility of all these support engagements to adapt to and find workarounds for any issues that might impede this developmental process. However, in many organizations, especially startups and those without a clear idea of workforce management, the rigidity of human resource management (HRM) policies proves to be otherwise by actually impeding the developmental process. Where is the adaptation that is much required to handle the potential of the workforce in an effective and efficient manner?

Human beings are by nature, individualists and freedom seekers who need this environment of independence to evolve into their finest potential, manifesting their true capabilities. With the world as their playground and life as their instrument of application, there is no limit to the grandiosity of human endeavors. But, to stifle this basic requisite of freedom is to curb the powers of imagination and creation that helped mankind make the world as we know it today. Man is not to be tied down and made to work on his creativity, as oxen are made to plough the fields. Any attempt to do so will only result in grave consequences and frequent delays to whole projects.

Any project working on developing an idea or a concept, a product or a service will definitely involve creative elements that require unconditional leniency to pursue their individual techniques. A creative element most always goes through a three phase cycle of learning, incubation and visualization, and each phase has its own distinctive modus operandi, which is very much related to the psychological profile of the creative element. To ignore this relation, to suppress or ‘discipline’ this profile to prevalent stereotypes in society, is tantamount to ripping the very creative power off the element.

Human resource management (HRM), as well as all other functions supporting the developmental process of any organization, should therefore, drop all rigidities and attempts to form regulations without considering all the inter-dependencies between the various elements, as well as the creative freedom of those involved in key design areas of a project. Take examples from major innovators like Apple and Google, where creative excellence is given the highest regard and hence their work culture is also suitably adapted to keeping this flow of creativity going. It is no wonder then that these companies are the leaders in their respective fields, and will continue to flourish as long as that spirit of human freedom and exploration of experience is kept alive.

The Passing Night

The light dawns on a new day, without any sense of misery
A gentle warmth shall cause the night spirits to fade away
When the wind beckons the breath to life, the thoughts ask
To be in a state of constant reprieve, to be alone and afraid
Beyond the dreams that spread wings at night, in the mind
In realms far away, worlds of many hue and beautiful too
Not just to the sight and the sound and the touch, yet more
We are here and also in every other time and place at once
Tracing the journey of a million lifetimes along the choices
All made to satisfy the curiosity of where this road leads us

The Meaning of Darkness

Dark is the shadow impinging upon my mind
Going through the arid wastelands of thoughts
Passions and dire consequences, these curses
They route the awakenings of life, in its course
In its various meanderings, there lies a design

Dark is the shade of truth in this pitiful world
Storms of emotions erase all the trodden paths
I do not know my way, or the direction to take
For I have none, and I know so, so very clearly
Here is the way of love that guides me forward

Dark is the vision of sorrow, for it shapes fate
Cutting through in a straight line, without a haze
There is no fear, for there is nothing to forsake
And there is no anger at the losses so assumed
If I keep my mind on the dare, I outlive sorrow

Dark is the fire that consumes the man in rage
But when the will subsides, does the fire burn
Till the smoldering ashes reveal the only truth
My nothingness is my only possession in life
Everything else is a reflection in muddy water

Dark is the shadow thrown by the will of man
Leaving him to the tyranny of his wild senses
With everything to lose and nothing to gain
Does fate lead him into the traps of knowledge
Till finally he becomes the reality he ever was

Longing

Silent recollections of an age gone by
Like the blows of the hammer strong
Do the thoughts in my mind run wild
The passions of one midsummer noon
Burn the flesh, pricks of ice cold fire
Light up the memories of your touch
And every inch of my skin is aflame
Yearning for one more remembrance
Of all that did trespass between us
The communion of our souls in bliss
Enchanting the rhythm of our love
When I kissed the softness of your lips
And the heat of your body engulfed
My existence totally into your own
I knew what it felt like to lose oneself
Within the realms of sexual ecstasy
The dance of desire awakens within
A primitive lust, so long forgotten
We were but two streams meandering
Along the sands of destiny, joyous
In our fated embrace, we became one
Time spied on our entangled limbs
Afraid of breaking the divine trance
Where was the music that we heard
Or was it the symphony of our ardor
And so, in my musings of my love
The warmth I felt when you held me
Reminds me of how much I miss you
How much I want to yield to you
Once more, and forever more…

Aum Sivoham

Shiva has opened his eyes
Shiva sees the divide
For long was he in peace
And now he sees the pain
His eyes betray his misery
But he can close them no more
Shiva has opened his eyes
Shiva sees the divide
But he can close them no more
Till the "Pain is Over!!"

A Vision

I only need the vision of truth
To guide my ways in this world
How many times have I fallen?
To keep coming back to life
How many deaths do I die?
To redeem my place
Reclaim my existence
I am alone and unafraid
Without a second thought
This is not something I chose
Nor some dream to forsake
Every bit is as real as it gets
And yet, the choices hurt
Even if there are no choices
In the life I was offered
What is sanity, who is insane?
What differences are stated?
Everything is relative here
When my truth is your lie
How can I be you, or you me?
This mind is what imprisons
Impinges upon the soul
To take reality for what it is
Never to know the truth
Nor the light that shines on
In this life, for all the games
Every situation enacted
I only need the vision of truth

Gratitude

What would i have done -
without all the people in my life?

They are the reflections of my inner soul
Playing and weeping, fools in a frenzy
Their string of follies is the garland of life

Showing me the unending delight -
that life has so much to offer
What prompts me to sit back -
to relax and enjoy the show?
How am i beyond these curfews -
that we ourselves take so much pain to create?

Standing atop a mountain of pain, and then one day
Without warning and fair decree starts the descent
Hurtling down, with no course or control...

Do i really love -
or is it all a controlled illusion?

The measure of kindness, the barrier of skin
If everything adds up to the sovereign state
If everything is true, then so are the lies too

Why do my thoughts still linger -
on lies, and such lesser affairs?

This circle of life, this passion of existence
Unbounded freedom, without the curse of time
Isn’t this the totality of all our silly games?

It is true and I’ve felt so –
what goes around shall come around
So it’s only a matter of time –
before the show shall start again
Forget all the truths and untruths –
all the lies and deception

Beneath the rife and the reason lies a mystery
It is that which keeps us all, and takes us all
That which knows no other, not even itself

What would I have done –
without life to teach me what to do?

The Burden of Thoughts

It's heavy, these thoughts that I carry
Some of them lasting for all of eternity
Never exhibiting their hidden presence
Drudging along this pathetic existence
Oblivious to them, wallowing in pain
Without ever knowing that they remain
In some deep dark corner of my heart
Buried under all the scars of the past
Patiently awaiting an opportune time
To wreak mayhem in this life of mine

I take upon the burden of cleansing
All the devious methods of scheming
Empty this vessel of all the lies, filth
Scrub and scrub did I, dirty it is still
To what ends of sacrifice should I go
What designs of piety ought I to show
Thoughts steal the strength of resolve
A weak will, the mind shall dissolve
Remnants of the Source, guide me on
When the burden is heavy and forlorn

Trapped I feel, I crave to be set free
From the binding shackles of destiny
Every time a chain falls, another locks
Drowning quick and chained to rocks
These thoughts are weighing me down
Insanity beckons, I’m losing ground
Every step I take towards the Source
And I keep knocking on closed doors
Nobody hears because nobody wants
Alone am I, so this burden I renounce

The Last Act

Stillness seeps into the deep corners of my heart
Letting my thoughts subside into a lifeless throb
Whilst all the world keeps turning around daily
I have found the sentient peace that eludes us all
After putting all my desires and dues to its death
I am a long way from home, tired of traversing
The trajectories of fate, the twisted turns of life
Where does this reality end; and the truth begins
To uncover all the hidden agendas of this game
From one consequence to another, a circle of pain
Enlightenment is only a concept at the very end
For this game is to be played, without forfeiting
Any chances of learning all the lessons taught
Somehow the feeling lingers, the end is nearing
All that needs to be said and done, shall happen
In the same way all things in life fall into place
With this realization would I become estranged
To the turns of chance that we all were born into
I long to see the final play of that divine soul
The last act of salvation and the illusion fades
Curtain calls and a life lived well, purposefully
Once the laughter dies and the tears have dried
Without much ado, shall I bid you all farewell…

The Question of Life

Where do I exist, of what dimension of thought do I live in?
Sometimes these haunting concepts are hard to shake away
I wonder about my time and space in the context of things
Of what relationships bind me to the colors that I perceive
When the bubble that I grew up in burst, everything ended

Show me the sense of life when all I live for is light and love
I have burnt my hands many times trying to build bridges
Between the world I live in and that which I left behind me
To endure the pain I have caused to all who are in transition
Is a misery that no matter how hard I tried can be forgotten

What I see is the world of tomorrow, a world without walls
A season of change bringing the eternal spring of the soul
Every step I take in this forest of revelations is true to me
The breath of freedom engulfs my state of pure existence
Of what reasons shall I provide to justify the peace I feel?

The story of my journey is an analytical text of experiences
A psychedelic adventure of the spirit as it reclaims itself
From the mind’s labyrinth where it lay for unknown æons
How can I then stay within the limits of temporality here
When there are universes to be explored and forsaken?

In a cocoon of confusion was unlocked wisdom’s mystery
Answers deciphered in the depths of helplessness guide
Our path through this terrain and under a mist of illusions
Is there a meaning in the darkening of our many moods
While unknowingly traversing the by-lanes of memory?

When we reply to the queries of the past and perchance
What if we miss the golden goblet in the pursuit of logic?
Do we then rethink our choices, sit in a corner and cry?
I have felt the sting of survival to weep over lost causes
Today is only a matter of remembrance, of why I’m here