For years
I slept with fears
and when I woke
no love to stroke
just me lost at sea
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
my only seafaring boarder
together on a tiny boat
consumed within an endless moat
I could not escape the wave’s discretion
drowning in the mind’s impression
blurring out my pure perception
But then one day
In a very unusual
and the most usual way
through meditation’s gentle brae
on meditation’s graceful sleigh
I slipped beneath the mental fray
and found my Self a different way
I transcended...
all that I thought real
instantly upended
and amended
life’s purpose
fiercely defended
and as I moved beyond OCD
I discovered who was truly me
and in that moment
I was free
I could Be
and this is the story
of how I escaped the turbulent sea
and made it home
to thee.
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