The Glorious View

Lost,
That’s the cost,
Of being born,
Without a guide.

Tossed,
That’s the feeling,
When we enter,
Merely tossed aside.

Searching,
That’s the goal,
To find the path,
To survive the initial tide .

Thoughts,
Overcoming,
A way to find,
Peacefulness inside.

And yet,
It all seems perfect,
Down to the last stone,
Do we really want heaven,
With no problems at all?
Like a garden that grows on its own?

Just a glide,
Through life,
Just a one way slide?
With no challenges to be beat,
When we come from nothing,
No spiritual family,
And yet conquer our own defeat,
When we set our course,
And plant our feet,
Then we can find,
Our spiritual seat.

Oh but to start a new,
To find that soul crew,
Cleansing,
Like that rain dew,
Maybe it really is perfect,
Through and through.
I thank the verse,
The galaxy,
And the uni too.
All it takes,
Is to want to Open the window,
To see the glorious view.

We will never get a challenge,
That cannot be beat by the Self.
For that is what karma knows,
How to lift us to the top shelf.

Are we dirty?
Or Are we worthy,
Of the final goal?
Are we clean?
Can we dream?
Of the final toll?

We sculpt the clay,
Day by day,
Of our spirits,
And pray,
That maybe one day,
We will find the ever illusive,
Ness that happens naturally,

Can one be a teacher,
If we are not perfect ourselves?
Can we have permission?
To sift the beach and find the right shells?
If we have the right intention?
To teach others the steps,
Steps in the right direction.
Can we walk out of hell?

I thank the verse,
The galaxy,
And the uni too.
All it takes,
Is to want to Open the window,
To see the glorious view.