*Estranged paths
like the strangling, wrangling
arms of an octopus
that lead us away
from abiding bliss
Far from my Soul
I wandered
lost
bewildered
staring down blood eyed
from a hellish, jagged cliff
thoughts of suicide and self loathing
circling
the abyss beckoning
Drugs, liquor, promiscuity
prodigal acts against the soul
injected faithfully
brought little relief
a harrowing emptiness
unhappiness
gnawed within
utter darkness,
fear, miasma…*
Reflecting on my sofa, cuddling up with David
and little Rama. A sunny sense of abiding peace,
contentment and serenity suffuses the
room spreading beyond the walls of our home.
Sitting on the misty edge of my musings
I saw so many souls just like
us, struggling, lost, confused.
Tentacled shadows of the past
swim upstream, clasping me in their cold
clammy reptile embrace.
Painfully, I recall
my own desolate, unconscious
blind, search for stability, self assurance
and well being.
There was a definite, undeniable
correlation between the acts
I committed
against my Soul
and the Soul awareness
that I was now cultivating
Clear as a crystal ball
parting the curtains of tomorrow
I know
that as we make an effort to turn away
from all that is impure, unkind, deceitful
selfish and vicious
in thought, word and deed,
as we shut the door on hyper-sensuous pursuits
that lead us further into unspeakable darkness
Something amazing happens. A glimmer of light,
a spark of self awareness is struck.
Like blackened coals that we blow our
breath of life upon with all our might.
Our Soul blazes forth in all
its transcendent, eternal glory
And welcomes us home with open arms of
the cross, to a place of steadfast, everlasting
Being, Awareness and Bliss
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
*Estranged paths
like the strangling, wrangling
arms of an octopus
that lead us away
from abiding bliss
Far from my Soul
I wandered
lost
bewildered
staring down blood eyed
from a hellish, jagged cliff
thoughts of suicide and self loathing
circling
the abyss beckoning
Drugs, liquor, promiscuity
prodigal acts against the soul
injected faithfully
brought little relief
a harrowing emptiness
unhappiness
gnawed within
utter darkness,
fear, miasma…*
Reflecting on my sofa, cuddling up with David
and little Rama. A sunny sense of abiding peace,
contentment and serenity suffuses the
room spreading beyond the walls of our home.
Sitting on the misty edge of my musings
I saw so many souls just like
us, struggling, lost, confused.
Tentacled shadows of the past
swim upstream, clasping me in their cold
clammy reptile embrace.
Painfully, I recall
my own desolate, unconscious
blind, search for stability, self assurance
and well being.
There was a definite, undeniable
correlation between the acts
I committed
against my Soul
and the Soul awareness
that I was now cultivating
Clear as a crystal ball
parting the curtains of tomorrow
I know
that as we make an effort to turn away
from all that is impure, unkind, deceitful
selfish and vicious
in thought, word and deed,
as we shut the door on hyper-sensuous pursuits
that lead us further into unspeakable darkness
Something amazing happens. A glimmer of light,
a spark of self awareness is struck.
Like blackened coals that we blow our
breath of life upon with all our might.
Our Soul blazes forth in all
its transcendent, eternal glory
And welcomes us home with open arms of
the cross, to a place of steadfast, everlasting
Being, Awareness and Bliss
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