The World Within

The world we seek sleeps within

We were once awake, it appears we’ve never been

The mind searches and comes to the rescue

Keeping us apart as me and you

It’s self-sufficient, the inner space

When we grab the mind, there is poverty of grace

In the mind we create, beyond it we witness

Both are born, from the womb of stillness

What we seek of the world, it’s inside

We’re desperately searching as if the soul’s died

We are awakened to a mirage of misery

The eyes cannot penetrate that mystery

If only the world within had more gravity

We would not cross the lines of depravity

When the world ends its slumber

A sign we are awake, we won’t be somber