Shattering glass floor
Marked with a marble door,
It is the brilliant light that we seek:
Within our soul
Outside our hearts
And in the eyes that connect Paradise and Delight.
It is when the suffocation of thoughts,
The overbearing emotions walking in the garden of the mind
That we fall into the abyss of dismay.
Like petals,
Memories sway in the winds of time
Coloring the line of what is right,
Drifting into the wake that we leave behind.
When all is said and done,
Let your senses relax,
Calm the echo of your Being
Let go of the ego clawing down your Humility
And just be present –
In the Paradise of Tranquility,
Deep in the forest of your Shadow.
The Junction Journal 