Seamlessly
Inseparable
No start
No edge
Floating
Infinitely
Empty realisations
Liberate a false you
Plot an escape
From the prison
With no key
And no door
Keep trying
To break out
The wheel turns
Without judgement
Where will you run to?
The halfway house
On a mountain
Made of dust?
Climb to the top
Only to find
Another summit
To scale barefoot
Breathe in
Take it in
For this is
All you have
”The poem was written during a journey to India over the winter months. I went away for the third time alone to get some perspective on my purpose and well-being. I have been spending many years holistically trying to overcome an injury that happened to me at birth which almost paralysed my right arm. During this journey in particular, I discovered so many layers of false beliefs and fears in my psyche. As each layer dissolved, I discovered new ones which became an obsession; the seeker wanted to peel the onion in one sitting. This poem is an ode to this sacred journey to nowhere, in which I now embrace each step of the way instead of rushing to some ideal of perfection.”
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