Breeze of Awakening

In the anchorage of the mundane mind, dislodged from the righteous roots by the sensual drive of sequestered desire, untamed instincts envelope my intuit. As the needle of ethical compass breaks, the vortex of emotions swirls the mind onto the transitory tide of the changing time, the inner voice of conscience echoes unheard. Beneath the surface of mortal perception, my mind transforms into a virtuous visage, embraced by the zephyr of awareness, that ripples with the rhythm of new feelings. My life takes the course of introspection across sunburst dawn and tinged twilight in the valley of flowers and verdant meadow, the intent of journey I don’t ask, for I won’t know. The soul then shines in perpetual spiritual glow, reflecting the patina of the perception lotus, blooming in the sanctum of the supreme, the fragrance wafts in the breeze of awakening.