Quests

Darkly lit
maners at night
feed the suspicious mind
with questions and questioning.
The world at large, a gigantic
unkind, unremorseful morsel
of hate unconnected to zen proverbs
and ancient wisdom that would shame the nameless babylonians.
I walk alone through rain and pain,
the stainless, sterile mind is like
a cleansing antedote, a tool for enlightenment.
Inbetween light and darkness
lyes a realm, a middle path
that is a lonely walk to the spiritual practitioner,
but a resourceful path of wisdom and knowledge.
The students's mind must be clean as virgin skin.
ON my journey I will be without my love, my life,
which is my light.
Intertwined in sensibility that would numb the intrigued,
may the darkness guide me into the light of the heavens.
Feelings of lonlyness, feelings of pressure,
sustain the walls that seperate us all.
May the great divide bring us closer so that we may share this warmth,
and find a source of love within each grain of
rightousness that remains, pure and not yet defiled by the wicked world.
Quests of questions motivate me to seek answers to that which
has left me clouded, shrowded with mystery,
crowded by this new covenant of glory that shields that rooted misery,
engrained in us all.
We have all been programmed to think, believe what is right by the
eyes of the world.
THeir eyes have been blinded by deciet, illusion, trickery and confusion
that shadows the promising oasis that will never quech and never satisfy
their unquenchable thirsts.