The Watchtower

The Watchtower

A Poem by F. Barium Deus
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A 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.

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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.

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F. Barium Deus
F. Barium Deus

United Kingdom



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