To the unlistening

The years have rolled by, losing the light within my eye. I have given beyond what the flesh can yield, I have lost my voice. Silent I have remained in a haze of what to do’s Strangled by religion, wrong and right- I’ve lost sight. When do we say good bye- Bow out while we can- No longer want to linger in the stormy rain This pain reigns. How do I no longer hurt you My spirit black and blue. The inevitable decision of letting you go. This I must face as I re-trace, Looking back to where I lost me, While drowning in you. The spirit is drained Yet it remains tangled in a spider web As I lay dying from the external poison that is you. Your voice has eroded and imploded me Enveloped I am into a rattling sack of chimes as it entangles itself in the wind of your rage. I can no longer hear the inner voice that is me. Silent I have remained in a haze of what to do’s. Frightened remaining trapped in a lion’s den. Blinded by circumstances, insecurity, fear, self doubt, the voices of others- Which has been the crippling disease of my inner world. How do I escape your wrath- Your rage Your impulse Your deaf ears Your frozen heart. Mystified and paralyzed Remaining horrified of the word and experience of freedom. Silent I have remained in a haze of what to do’s. Nam- Myoho Renge Kyo Nam- Myoho Renge Kyo Nam- Myoho Renge Kyo…. Photo: Azarel