Sahasrara

Copyright © : Liudmila Maksimovskaya NIKOXXII

Poetic Description:
In the land of the Mighty
He is a neophyte.
He sees the pride
For what it is not
He sees the wisdom
In the absence of it.
In the land of the Peace
He seeks the fight
For the right
To be right,
To segregate the voice
Of those who is imprisoned
By his own integrity.
The one he imagined,
Created to gain popularity
In the world he envisioned.
Stumbled upon a new thought,
He fits it into the plot,
Writing around it,
Putting the words on the spot
He produces religion.

The Enlightenment,
He speaks of it every day.
Showing seekers the way
To the light that they may obtain
In a shrine of entitlement.

When a mind is closed to a possibility
That what it thinks
May not be undeniable,
What it believes
May be unreliable,
It loses the ability
To be flexible, pliable.
It gains no agility,
But predictability
Of being classifiable
For him,
For the one, whose only desire to rule
The minds of all,
Whose only wish
Is to see no God in us,
But to be standing tall
As Him.
The king’s eye can not see
One little detail, one thing:
The dimness of hearts and minds
Produces the Fool –
A silly youngster riding a mule,
Caring for nothing
And everything,
Seeing, feeling, knowing
the secret;
seeing, feeling, knowing
the truth
unavailable to the king.

Can unaware of his wisdom lift the veil?
Can he free us from our jail?
Will we see beyond our pride
Or will we fail
And continue to follow the trail
Of the king
Roaming through the land of the Mighty
Believing
We are the Ones that are free,
Trapped
By the eye of the ruler,
In the crown of the Eternity tree.

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