He retreats into his home, and
Now his ritual's begun,
He briefly questions his decisions, and
The person he's become.

Now he brings to birth, an orange flame
Beneath a tarnished silver spoon.
His eyes fixate on glints of light,
Which penetrate his living room, and
Flood into his windows, from the
Autumn evening's harvest moon, and

He looks down into the spoon, he
Smiles, and gives a simple nod, and
Now with unremitting reverence, he is
Praying to his God, and begging:

"Sanctify me, rectify me,
"Tranquilize, mesmerize me,
"Pacify me, O' great master, so
"That I might know thy peace, and
"Fill me with intrigue, pon which,
"My famished soul might feast!"

"Won't you please..."

"Light my darkness?
"Stoke my flame?
"Calm my mind and
"Heal my pain?

"Dry my weary,
"Weeping eyes, and
"Grant my heart, to
"Feel again?"

"If only for a moment,
"Let me know that
"I'm still live! and

"Fill me with your beauty,
"That of which, I'm so deprived!"

Now, he draws up with his needle,
The cold steel then tears a hole,
He feels relief, that within seconds,
He will once again be whole.

Back he pulls, as crimson stains the walls
He pushes in, and back he falls,
Into the velvet wonderland, of
Blankets on his bed.

His prayer indeed, was not refused
He feels fulfilled, he is renewed,
Well, at least until tomorrow's
Vicious cycle starts anew.

Connect through wisdom that understanding
The flowing river of thoughtless bliss
A peace here does surround you
Reminding you of God-bound gift

To you:
It can be
Imagine it
Then let it be

How?
It is beyond
Untouchable
Immediate
Yet ignored
Blinded by ignorance
White in colour

And if you want her hand then you must know
It is not your thoughts that make her glow
It is your heart, so bold and true
When you let, your heart be you

Pridefully gleaming you will bow
To any man with blade endowed
When you see his painful growl
Because you see his inner child

His lost, confused, angry brat
Who lost his way when momma had a heart attack
And now he's stuck in nightmare raps
Because he has no way to get past

If you can see that the heart it breathes
Then you have seen much in eternity
All that's left is to let third-eye lead
And you will finally be free'd

If you've ever sat alone
And gazed up at the moon
Then you'll know the feeling too
Of fleeting Mother's tune.
Her whispers of dear aptitude
Save us from monsoon
Of turbulent forces at the gates
Of our temple; our cocoon.
Hear her voice and be at peace
To us she sings at night
"Dear child let now close your eyes,
And tomorrow behold the light."

For this one moment I want nothing
In the next I may be ablaze with the waves of lust
But for this one peaceful moment
Nothing interrupts