Awaking this day in a world
Forced to live a unorthodox existence
In relation to the Divine Universe
Consciousness that comes with pain
Where once there was peace
Once of a humble, spiritual world
Now to find a world that has no self worth
To have been a simple monk
Whittling the free time away
Words of the ancient teaching
Echoing in the mined
Carving ancient ruins
Never foretelling of this tainted world now seen
Eyes opening
To feel the inner soul cry out
For not just what is to be seen
Death, sickness, despair, greed, corruption
The forsaking of others
All
One can smell, taste, feel and see
Harmony in the universe is no more
Our waters cannot satisfy the thirst
The fragrances of the winds are no longer sweet
Food brings no nourishment
Our Mother is ill
Her tears weep from the sky
Tainted with the poisons of mankind
To feel as She feels
Chest tightens, air becomes thick, the body is weak
The pain, helplessness, the feeling of betrayal
“My children”
Comes crying out
Tears trickle down cheeks
Like rain runs down the face of the mountain
For even the garments warn
The wares one owns
To the dwellings therein are tainted
As dusk fall in the evening sky
Laying down to dream of what once was
And is no more
My Brothers where are ye
You have not come for me
And I have not the way
Can one still find peace within the Temple
To awaken once again behind those ancient wall.
Having peace once again
