Landscape On Lease

Doors shut; wish to go in; in bushes of fears entangled, Once opened and gone in, by hands of darkness much strangled; Open sky calls; calls the wide earth; call mountain, hills and valleys, Stranger to the home; yet, unwilling go out; soul sallies...! I am within deepest, darkest well of my existence. The womb; source; where-from I sipped and drank strength abundance; Milky-Way! Galaxy! Wherein I floated like a star, Shedding my flicker and sparkle immeasurably far...! Mores, polities, faith and logic my nucleus shakes, Into deeds of goodness my conscience joyously awakes; A stream of Eternal River of life seems flow within, Quenching thirsts; curing, like Naman, those willing to dip in... Sometime, like a trapped parrot, rutting what was by-hearted, After, like sages and saints, love and wisdom, uncharted; The Matrix is, like barbecues, where realities grilled, To please pallets of charvakas, who, by gluttony, thrilled...! Is nothing more? What, then, is the endless evolution? This enlightenment! Mind-soul-body emancipation! These and all thought-blooms revolve and from this axis rotate, Bullocks, though pull the cart, never their movements calculate...! 27 March 2022 The Matrix Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker