DARKNESS

Even when I breathe I don’t see the point in it

Even when I live I fail to cross my hurdles

Is this pain or the lotus palm I bear upon my soul?

For we are different you and I

And condescending our nature

Ours together will be the future if one might forget

Our inner nature

Trapped together with the creator

We drift toward that which is ours

And that which is asked of us

To do

No wrong and harm no Ram

Is He still our nature

Or did he steal the creator

How mythical and mystical is our generator

Without whom we shiver and shake because we think we are greater

Untitled our miseries be

For none who are greater than themselves

Who see this blood-line?

Upon our souls, ignorant as ever

Ever on toward the creator

Drift the long black lake which becomes greater

And starts to swim in your mind

The co-operator.

TOSHAM