INNER TRIP
Climbing and hiding through places I've never wanted to
be before.
Walking in loneliness, misery and confusion.
Pain corrupts the image and nothing is left behind.
To watch through the ashes of illusion and see the truth
is not to live in pain.
To open the door and pass through that web of thoughts
is to live in meditation.
And love is the only fire that can melt it without
living ashes, bringing total mutation to the mind.
August, 1991