the walking inert


Eyes wide open but with no light,
window to the soul, boarded up.


No way to get access in or out.


A spirit that should be free,
de-neighed it's rightful territory.


What of these creatures,
they dwell in a place of fear and hate.


What little love they have,
is neither true nor pure.


For any moment
laced with fear it turns to hate


Hate which in turn,
will feed their fear.


Is there hope.


Oh yes there is.


For Hope like Love,
Is made of energy
from truth and light.


It can not be destroyed,
only `transformed,
in to what is up to you.


The block is physically imposed,
and can be removed at any time.
Just by stepping beyond the confines
of the physical emotional world.


namasté