Poetry

[alchemikey]

to live suggests that one dies and this is not the case

for we are eternal beings that cannot be erased

so many people go through life and never look within

the endless search outside for peace wears the soul thin

if only they took the time to seek the source of thought

the truth would reveal itself and no longer be sought

for silence is the holy grail, it is the long lost treasure

once you find this golden light you can't help but feel pleasure

all the forms of life which seem so different and unique

they're all made of consciousness whose playing hide and seek

now this may be hard to grasp and even harder to accept

but there is a deep part of you that has never ever slept

it witnesses your dreams and each experience while awake

consciousness doesn't need to sleep or even take a break

our soul is so creative that is boggles the monkey mind

the truth indeed is glaring but it doesn't make you blind

mikey