Poetry

[Confused]

Release me, O Logos

In the rain of the night,
I wake in fright as the thunder strikes.

The memories of a time of security and bliss haunt me.
The days and nights when time stood still,
and all that flowed were sweet praises for the ONE.

But one day, I awoke,
in a realm of duality,
held together by the will of a powerful entity,
called the Great Galactic Logos.

I ask of you, O Logos,
release me from thy hold on my existence.
I long to join the stream of those,
who spend their day and night in praise of the ONE.

To wait at the metaphorical feet of the ONE,
and to roam the infinite worlds singing praises of it,
is the longing of my soul.

O Logos, if I am a creature of freewill,
then I ask you in the name of the ONE,
who stands as a lamp of the threshold in the evening,
to set me free for a new morning of poetic murmur,
The ONE says in my ear,
come sing your praises for me.