The Akashic records speak,
Of subtle chants and hymns
Of an age beyond
Where people sit together
As arihants enlightened.
The energies speak,
A certain lullaby
Turning your insides
Out.
We're waves collapsing together,
In an infinite kaos
The rules no longer hold
Rub thine self
To release this filth
From within the storms,
Must rise to defeat
This sodden ego
Yearning to be the owner,
Of captive lust
We're mere mortals,
That listen to the chants.
Hoping to see this Shambala,
Someday.
Note: This poetry is a spiritual reflection of the thoughts within and the chaos outside that prevades the mortal world everyday. All images are orignal and are subject to copyright
The End
