Meditation 1

Let’s take a minute and take a journey through the brain.
Lately things have not been the same, the gale force winds of change
Have jingled the chains of stagnation and humiliation.
Sitting in a pitch black room, pacing in anticipation.
Captivated by the world, and silence means participation

Plagued by anxious thoughts
Infected with symptoms of being lost
Corrupted by dreams too big, worried about how much it will cost
Tainted in the night where my purpose is frostbit, lines are exhaust

Then I hear a itty bitty voice
Purpose is not a choice
Do you not see the supply of joy
Take it and understand this power is not a toy
You were made a King, why act like a frightened boy

I shake my head, unable to shake the feeling of dread
It clings, it spreads, I’m seeing red, impending woes of the dead
The voice says rise, I sit instead
The burning bush guides, the shadows have misled

Tip toe to the fire, higher beings have been wired
Here to inspire the entire choir
Requiring me to burn off old desires, cascading wildfires
That ignites the torch of the Sire while he reclaims his Empire.
Then fall to the funeral pyres that burns the evil that conspires
Standing there to admire the supplier

A louder voice bellows back.
“Just who are you and what do you think you can do, I own all of you”
Shivers running through my spine into my boot.
Can’t turn to face the accuser, heartbeats become acute
Caught in the endless warring loop

Knowing what I should do
Knowing what I’ve been told
Knowing is just knowing, without action its all kaput

Then the whisper comes in crisper
Fear disappears
Evaporation of tears
One word becomes clear

“Authority”