Let my heart count the stars above
As i flow in the motion of mantras abode
My flesh be torn as rags for purification sake
As I killed materialism to embrace my primal days
Let flames of fire refurbish me as sun rays
A moonlight glory condense in me as did rains
A meditation exercise as Christ’s passions
Torments me as a bride breaking her vows
Defiled my persona face with ugliness of creation words
As my muddy skin decay as dust to embrace its realities
Time closed. A closet of darkness entrap my body
As atoms of truth penetrate so deep with energy
A cry of superabundance emotions filled my spirit
As i climb the mantra’s staircase i feel heavenly
Rejected carved stones removed my stain spirit
A worthless course that still empty into the ocean
Finding the light that shines in the dungeon hole
A hope that glue mystery upon my soul reconnect
As marauding beast pay a prisoner’s visit
My dying soul encountered anew light
(c) Martin Ijir 2018
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