Awaiting bliss
In the joyous and blissful state of mind,
Where soul has not lost its luster,
The unbecoming of self
Is but a truthful obedience-
The righteous path of inner being
Is laid down, for the mind to conquer.
Yet conquest here is not of stillness ,
But filled with rigours of hidden fears .
Each truth of self, demands a rightful due,
And the wisdom of self lost in purple hue,
Freedom awaits the will to win,
For I must be free from the chaos that brews within.
Yet I reside in the shadows,standing still.
I age through the battle and conundrum of self,
And look for the refuge, a place to dwell.
Where the heart and path unites by whim’s soft spell
And then I take my first step and wait for the blissful hope to begin.
