Meditation

Expressing meditation, free-verse.

Wearing a mask,
I feel as one.
My reality can be emptied,
in the Shadow of the Sun.

I ask myself questions,
that only I know the answers to.
I reflect on myself and actions,
as I'm trying to figure out what to do.

Demon amuck,
they are taunting me.
My insecurities are brought up,
because my mind is haunting me.

Letting the thoughts pass,
they don't represent me.
One can have thoughts that are bad,
it doesn't mean there is something wrong with me.

Euphoria can happen,
I can feel the intensity.
I like day-dreaming,
but it isn't what's good for me.

I lay down,
finding clarity.
I lay down,
reaching solidarity.

I soon realize there is a gap,
a gap that I did not see.
The gap was carte blanche.
It is me when I am free.

I see stars,
I see visions,
I see mental imagery,
I see precision.

I practice self-discipline,
to strengthen my control.
There can be no impulses,
I refuse them taking a toll.

My face is behind a mask,
the mask being flesh.
My face is a concept,
that I am able to refresh.

I can feel myself lifting,
almost like floating down a river.
This sensation can be lifting,
because in here, I am no sinner.

Accepting the freedom,
there is serenity inside.
Balancing your electrical pulses,
you can set your demons aside.

I can feel a sense of control,
a sense of accomplishment.
There is much to be done,
to find my enlightenment.

I lay down to soothe,
eventually finding myself behind a mask.
I raise up to process,
and now everything is in the past.

D. Nivens