Thoughts from a Balcony.

What we seek is always seeking us

we seek a way out of this mess

A mess orchestrated by ourselves

we pace our footsteps in our self created maze

we pace our footsteps in a prison hoping to be free

We seek a garden whose flowers can't be withered by the touch of death

in our minds, we plough and prepare that garden

In my mind's garden, the flowers blossom and elude death 

The evil silent whispers in our heads make us stray further away into the abyss of endless suffering

And I remember

it's all in our Heads!

The mind's eye bears witness to all our mental storms

the heart's wrappings are stained with pain

in the night we wish for daytime and when day comes we yearn for night time

where shall we find peace I wonder

I wonder if we've all been made a fool

It is in ourselves that the sit of peace resides, but we look for it elsewhere

peace be unto you!