The WatchtowerA Poem by F. Barium DeusA different take on the search for enlightenment. Taking a mental step back so the I can observe the me, but having to step through fear to get there.Grey branches in bleak meadows tangle in the moonlight, limbs stretched wide. Mud
lingers on my boots that, weary-footed, barked through rainbow
oil-puddle-splashes. Owl-hoots
poured from wretched hollows, bellowing mischievously in freezing air. “Breathe.
Meditate,” My guru voice stamped out fear with loved-up wisdom. “Mind-stealers
will not enter uninvited. Darkness is ignorance’s gloom.” Grappling
with terrors stench, I inhaled peace and breathed out palpitations. Voices
plummeted into view, cackling residually as I became the observer of
thought-sounds. My
ego, star-bound, fled. And I accepted
my watchtower post. © 2015 F. Barium Deus |
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Added on March 16, 2015 Last Updated on March 16, 2015 Tags: Meditation, meditate, meditating, enlightenment, brain, mind, knowledge, self, wisdom. AuthorF. Barium DeusUnited KingdomAboutUsually startled to see what I've birthed... I feel a rumble and words either lash down in torrents or gently stream. more..Writing
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