Day 6- Tuesday, August 14th

The glass house

The glass house that my mind is,

trembles as they throw the unkind stones;

flushes as they look inside its womb.

The sand and dust that drapes it walls

doesn’t let the Sun pilfer it’s dark.

I hide within its black corners

shrouded in fear, anger and devious laughter.

The delusions dance and the voices call.

Hush!

Yet they scream in agony.

Enchained to greed, desires and attachments,

playing its role through assorted enactments.

I slowly crawl.

Yearning for sun,

I finally light the pyre of all that’s false.

I burn the ephemeral joys and my begging bowl.

Now there is only Light

as the illumination floods this mind-

Free.

Effulgence of the Sun within me.