Theatre Of The Mind

Many have built dungeons To keep their secrets hidden Away from the prying eyes of consciousness It's not unusual for the theatre of the mind to be closed Barricaded with black curtains of darkness A thick smog hiding the slithering monsters As they emerge from the dirty substance of the mind I have not been to these parts of consciousness Where selfishness is sold at the marketplace And wickedness is marketed in the showrooms I have been to another realm of consciousness Where the sun rises fully dressed in splendour And Love bathes the heart with the rays of eternity I have been to another theatre of the mind Where silence stands erect Not even a breeze of desire in sight It's the absence of ego that is displayed In these well-kept gardens of existence I have travelled to the edge of reality And peered into the ocean of Truth The Truth gave me a glimpse of freedom As I stared into the absence of me And embraced the eternal being I was totally filled with the substance of immortality And my fears lay broken on the ground I was empty of all thoughts and emotions My temple was a field of nothingness Where I prayed to God Almighty Totally undressed of my ego ©