Ancient souls

Ancient souls, we are

Old as the primordial star

With elements of the new

Such a contrasting view

At the junction of new and old

The mind takes a tight hold

Of freedom, through constraints

Against it, are many complaints

The keys to existence

Remain at a distance

The gap gets bigger

As time gets thinner

On this side of the divide

The basics are denied

Abundance, happiness, peace

The mind’s tough to police

There is constant activity

Restless, we are in captivity

With an impetus to break free

Longing to be carefree

The mind may not yield

All doors from it are sealed

Desires make us heavy

Their growth is steady

To reclaim our heritage

Without escaping to a hermitage

The ancient brain holds the key

It offers a living guarantee

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Breathing keeps us alive

As we continually try

To rise above temptation

The soul provides, determination

It is after all so ancient 

The prototypical cosmic vagrant

That is hidden in every being

No one asks about its wellbeing

Instead, we make it a goal

To reach it, and control

The well of happiness and bliss

Without which, we’re in an abyss

The ancient soul’s seen it all

Events, it does not care to forestall

Otherwise, we may never learn

Everyone will have to work and earn

The passage to the ancient soul

Is under nobody’s sole control

It is there for all who can pay

No through any external display

The road has disappeared

The mind will have to be cleared

By spending time that is given

In communion, not competition

Ancient or modern, it’s practice

Done in innocence, not tactics

Will open the soul’s hidden door

The experience is real, not folklore