FOCUSING MY PLACE.

Within the gaze of things,

I play my part;

Within the stare of life,

My journey is chosen;

To be hypnotized

Into countless obstacles

I have to take,

To find the truth

To find myself;

Mesmerized, into the dutiful doings

Of what the spirit has to undertake.

Fast asleep:

Sometimes at the crossroads of conscious freeways,

The trance like state;

The subconscious rehabilitates by making itself known,

In glimpses of images at those times of dreams,

Mind over matter zone comes into being;

Within the ecstasy of dreams I take my gaze

To the limits, of an incomprehensible mental maze.

Back to the earth

In its naked state;

To see if all the elements of nature

In their worlds,

Go through the same phase;

Within the masquerade of things,

Extremely great and exceedingly small,

I, find myself

As near as I could be,

'To the whole'.