Closing my eyes, slowing my breathe to get to the stillness
The peaceful silence, the golden peace
That the conscious life distracts us, further from the origin
Rest, as close as we can come
To the comfort, sanctity of the womb
Born, slowly absorbing
Adjusting to the new realm
Light, shapes, colors, form
The chaos of ego, mind, life develop
Becoming purpose
Selfishness and service
The accepted, taught path of survival
Have we gained sight or was it lost? Was anything before?
How deep can I go into the being that I am?
Have I lost the ability, throughout life chasing fleeting materialism?
Take charge, forge the new path
Take back the peace we had
