Savour

Journey to the land of the two mirrors,

Where you see yourself as you are,

Always fighting a war,

Against the shadows of your past,

Great battles on ego's vast plains,

Fought with the blade of dust,

Dealt with the shield of pain,

Slain is the little kid called Innocence,

When you stepped out of the Frog's Well,

Into the Holy Land,

Grew steady, ready to strike,

Unlike the sunflower turning its head to noonday sun,

Man turns East,

Saving fragments of Dawn's  feast,

Hoarding Yesterday's wet scenes,

And cherishing what tomorrow will be,

Today runs amok, but no limits,

To the man's mind on ego's vast plains...

... Savor the moment, savor the day....

... Awake