My eyes are open
My mind is pacing
My heart is racing
So I close my eyes
And sit in quietude
I was told it fabricates a different attitude
Looking for the child
who needs to escape
While I listen to the echoes
Of the bowls reverberate
As I look into my Minor eyes
I begin to catechize
As I analyze
I begin to realize
My younger mind has been traumatized
Now I see my inhibitions with great lucidity
So I begin to question their validity
As we confabulated
Liberation is what eventuates
I open my eyes to a new feeling
Once a caged mind
Now unfettered
Once vacillated
Now resolute
Now I embark on an odyssey
With consecrated determination
Surmounting impediments without hesitation
Oh how my life has changed
Since I’ve been acquainted with meditation.
I stand barefoot eyes open sometimes closed but as I stare into the grey abyss that deluges rain and its oh divine potent power. It is cogent that we are mere cells of a bigger picture in the eyes of something wiser and older than time. I see the birds fly in a perfect circle as if it is the crown of a powerful being gratifying its presence and that it has heard our prayers. I only catechize and exhort for an answer what hands push the droning wall of grey mass halting everything in time. We are his loyal fireflies we are his altruistic doves.
Walking with your eyes closed
Kids roam in the streets
as schools cry for more seats,
Many sleep in hunger
while food in the bin creeps.
Can you lend a helping hand,
rather than walk with eyes closed ?
Youth smitten by money
losing morals to iniquities,
Drenched in luxuries
a living masquerade.
Can you catechize ethics
Or still walk with eyes closed ?
Abusing nature for greed
exploiting feeble and fleece,
Plundering water and soil
looting air and oil.
Can you fix up this and end
Or blindness would you pretend ?
Proving valour in bouts of spar,
To quench this thirst in name of war,
Sitting on throne conquered in ashes,
crowned in Bloodshed.
Would you aggrandize and greet?
Treasure time, will else fleet,
And stop walking with your eyes closed.
Written Feb 22nd, 2017
For contest by Jamie
What is the reason for thoughts coming to mind;
most if which foment the feeling of being left behind
on an island of bewilderment,longing for the extrinsic
things in life that leave the heart to beseech God in
such a humble manner as to:are these the facets that my
soul needs to thrive? Is it so true that all sustaining
here is purely conceived to die? Dear Lord what is
the true meaning of all this packing and tucking of
good deeds and loving into a vessel that is ill-equipped to fly.
One can only catechize oneself as to:will all of this be recognized?
And so we imbibe the doctrine of blind faith while roaming
the land blind to beliefs because of all that is advertized.
We expand the soul,stretching it for a love to embrace the aura
of that which is serene and warm,pure to the soul's
force within the moment it dilates to become as one
with all that once thrived;clinging to its mass within
the unaware waiting of God's final breath to drift an
aglutinated force into the abyss of eternity and perhaps
arriving to the halidom where universes and time coalesce to elapse.