A lonely road is walked by the stranger that passes you with a face ready to cry.
A head hung low, a tumultuous spirit always in the mode of asking
GOD why?
A heart filled with pain and grief, never given a chance to find its eternal release.
A
mind that is filled with passing pain, mental strangers feeding on this present moment.
Their aim is to gain but not without their promises of a long life filled with fame.
The steady stream of worldly attachments flow through the rivers of the broken mind.
Looking for the low places, the places that the light never seeks to find.
Holding on to the stability of thought, the ground shaking below my feet.
Is this a new stream I see coming out of the ground of being?
A stream so transient and wonderful, its waters fill the consciousness of the deep.
Back and forth, round and round, the thoughts of my experience run wild.
Giving forth the new essence of mind, being held close to the chest like a small child.
The seed of new birth and new perspectives all greet me with a familiar smile.
I feel like I have been here before, but not in a long time or maybe just a little while.
I feel so confused and complete at the same time.
The paradox of my existence are my eyes to see, a judge hearing the case of a universal crime.
The other out there is really the master’s key to unlock what is in here.
A space so divine and peaceful, its contents make up the whole world and the planets.
The divide of elements transmuting and changing while they take up their rightful roles.
The play of consciousnesses pass through, but not without paying their agreed upon toll.
Who am I and where am I in the process of living my life for a brother.
A silent voice whispers in my ear,
The mind that produces the thoughts of finding the perfect lover.
Is the same mind that makes sure that no matter what, we are always there for each other?
Dwayne Chamble
