I watch from within my inner sanctum
breathless,
ambivalence flows through my mind
like a raging river shaping the ages of rock
shaping the course of time.
I smile,
at the lost souls seeking, searching
reaching out to the predominant winds
that promise to carry them higher,
to their promised Nivarna
to their vindication of self.
A need, a want, a desperate call
for nothingness to engulf,
so as the winds will not forsake.
I watch as so many reach outwards
and so few
within.


© Lance W Toohey Poetry