Divine Madness

As the blow of hard times profoundly strikes, ever so strongly my private space in disarray, I build a boundless wall seemingly impenetrable, never to be invaded in the sanctum of the inner woods for the soul to be preserved in aberrant insulation. I become an insane prisoner of my making, held captive behind the fragile walls of volatile psyche. I find you disappear like mist away from my garden, takng the fragrance of flowers I love to see bloom. I'm caught in the dichotomy web of derangement, whether to break the wall or stay secluded in the cage. When the time comes to travel to the twilight hotizon, the instinct of self-preservation dwindles in debris. The wall collapses with the senile sense of frenzy, I see the last sunray drizzle through the wood's canopy from the seraphic sky where my soul flies like a bird. I embark on the inward flight with illumined insight, the marooned mind gains the wise vision of the truth, gets guided by the sacred signposts on the pathway for the karmic journey to the ultimate destination. I lift the sunken hopes to the acme of divine madness, the horizon of soul gleams with the spiritual light, kindles within the beacon of enlightened consciousness, as my perceptive being imbibes the heavenly essence.