Meditate By Jhantu Randall

Meditate

I often sit in a meditative state

Eyes closed in hopes of feeling everything

Sometimes, the window to the soul can be impenetrable 

Too many times its opened just to see everything freely flow

Fleeting and fading like being lost in a heavy snow

Digging deeper knowing there’s always been more to show

Suddenly spotting an eerie glow

To some it’s a halo

To others, its fatal

Witnessing demons in caves dancing to the works of Plato

Reaching out to the lost tribes and all other desolate ones

Constantly on the run as nowhere seems safe in a land ruled by the gun

Waking every morning and taking a breath with the rise of the sun

Adjusting the frequency until you get it in tune

As I sleep my spirit is activated as it howls at the moon

No clutter just a passion holding a force more violent than thunder

A power that smothers yet still leaves many in wonder

Asking whether any of this is real or is it fake?

Predestined like fate

Forever searching for the answers while in a meditative state