The world

The world is our escape
our chosen opium
we slide behind shape
hide behind form

We abandon luminosity
for mere glitter
forsake audacity
embrace cowardice

We give up our knowingness
in exchange for knowledge

We have traded our kingdom
for a few pieces of shininess
sold our soul
in exchange for the world

But at times the world slips
the curtain parts
and we are given glimpses
of eternity

We are never ever
the same again

We realise the void
we are trying to fill
cannot be filled
with the things of the world

Sweet is the bliss
of the awakening soul
the angels rejoice
at the homecoming

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The world is my oyster

The world is my oyster

A long time ago, on a warm, April morn,

tiny, wrinkled and glistening, I was born.

In a sea-side house, in a far-away land,

the sea was my lullaby, wonderland, friend.

I had gazed out the window, down at the sea,

the world was my oyster, it has seemed to me.

The possibilities were as many as the grains of sand,

the future had held promise, like a magical land.

Along the way, alas! that vision was lost,

along the way, somehow, my world got boxed.

Career, marriage and duties of family,

like a clock-work rat, it was set out for me.

Many years on the treadmill had taken its toll,

but lost in the maze, revolt grew in my soul.

To let fly her spirit, to make her voice heard,

that sprightly little girl, of long ago, yearned.

Through nights filled with anguish, days of ennui,

my spirit called to Spirit, to come, set me free.

From the depths of darkness, a tiny light it shone,

from the maze of misery, a way out was shown.

Free now of boxes, to choose my path, am free.

The oyster awaits. Happy Birthday to me.

Moon song

 Moon song

The moon dreamt a dream for me,
a lilting soliloquy,
Of end of war, it sang to me,
of nations living in harmony.
Of lands flush with prosperity,
and greed erased permanently.
Where man with peace with nature be,
the Earth walked upon tenderly.

Of children smiling happily,
of want, abuse, forever free.
Of freedom for all, equality,
abundance, and end to poverty.
Yes, the moon sang this melody,
in trilling tones, so joyously,
my heart, it leapt in ecstasy,
at this dream it dreamt so lovingly.

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Enchanted garden