Is my end here, or is it just the start?
A feeling of uncertainty deep within my heart,
A nagging doubt that lingers in my mind,
A fear that I won't leave anything behind.

Has my experience been all for naught?
Have I lived my life for what I've been taught?
Or is there something deeper, something more,
A purpose that I haven't quite explored?

I have to listen more diligently
for the subtler, sometimes taciturn thoughts.
The ones that filter through the heart;

not wanting to miss anything being said.
There, in the arena where I wrestle.

They lied from the beginning,
From the origin of sinning.
They had false explanations,
For their greedy explorations.

They sought to hide the proof,
Through rewriting of the truth.
Cancelling out all those Awake,
Because they know what is at stake.

Now they fear their lies may be uncovered,
Are determined they're not discovered.
They seek to lock up those who dissent,
Those want to stop and to prevent,

We sat on fallow ground
while all around us poppies grew,
night turned her glorious head
and as twinkling stars blinked
innocence rained, and was lost

when the petals started to bloom
our hearts were hardened stone,
even then, we again raised eyes heavenward
waiting for small miracles to materialise
that astonished the mind, body and soul.