Sinewy, spindley
Veins and wires
Tangle me
Wrap me in a spider web
Of silken filigree
Tie me up
And tie me down
Bind me in wires so fine
Coursing vessels throbbing
Super string theories
Through the matrix
Of my eyes and mind
Unlimited by the test
Of ever passing time
It makes no sense
And in this multiverse
I find I am blind
Unable to read the signs
As the stars fizz on by
I see only a back void
I see no skies
Yet in my head
Reverberating lies
Whisper in my ear
That I may die
But my faith and truth
Will see me all right
As I plunge down ever deeper
Into the chasm
That is the rabbit hole of life
Where we hear cries
Of those that strayed
From the light
And are now lost
And now they cease to fly
In Samsara
Those who keep their mind
And stay upon the path
Will always find
Their way through
All the challenges
And steer a path back home
And find their way
To rightful mindful throne
Enlightenment is not set in stone
But Shambala is the spiritual zone
That ends the cyclic existence
Of suffering in a hell
That is ours alone
Created in our own mind
In a place that is illusion
Where we are born and die
And on the way
We travel in an energy state alone
Yet somewhere along the way
We learn to live
We learn to love
We learn to create
And return back to our home
In a higher state
Of frequency and wisdom
Because we lived life
In a dualistic state
Through a storyline
We chose to initiate
And learnt lessons
We could not have done
Any other way
But by experiencing life
Within a human state
But we soon return
To our angelic state
Residing back inour normal
State of peace and grace
As rays of light
Crossing the astral plains.
Wow, what a moving poem. Thanks for posting.
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Thank you very much for reading and appreciating
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