Do you remember that time, when your mind was consumed?
When your spirit was constantly running, though your body was caged in a small room?
Wondering if you were doomed, the escape no time soon.
A whirlwind of emotions, your mind like a ship in a monsoon.
You took a deep breath then, but the lungs didn’t feel clear.
The walls closing in, as your eyes shut in fear.
Counting each breath, Seeking a place of hiding.
The rock-bottom reality, a life inside of solitary confinement.
Adjusting to absent sounds, locked away in Georgia Prison.
A number assigned to you, now a lost soul in the system.
The questions starting to form, like what’s the meaning of existence?
Why do you want to live? And will your will to live stay persistent?
Does destiny exist, or is this “plan” a thought of comfort?
Does anything really matter, when one day everything crumbles?
Part of you wanted to know, the other was screaming NO!
Time was like the ocean, and you were swimming against the flow.
But your heart said you must row, and your blood kept on pumping.
Reality left the mind stuck, as the brain hurt from thoughts constantly adjusting.
Your head began to ache, then your hands began to shake.
You wanted to go back to sleep, but your body said stay awake.
Insanity on the horizon and logic a distant light.
The battle of the mind is where the spirit starts to fight,
It was at this moment; a sudden realization took hold.
That the mind is what matters, if you were to climb out of this hole.
There are moments in life where it seems we make decisions.
When we decide to look within and embrace a deeper wisdom.
It’s that momentary genius, it’s the spark to start the fire.
Resilience is like a taste, that’s developed and acquired.
Do you remember that moment? The one that changed your path.
When a voice whispered still, answering questions asked.
The warmth in that feeling, a blanket of sudden heat.
On the floor but somehow floating, a tingling in your feet.
The conjunction of the chakras, providing a temporary relief.
Time was a distant concept, the present moment to hold and keep.
This voice a distant whisper, yet a close and constant friend.
From the beginning of this trip, it was with you until the end.
Though your mind began to drift, and the thoughts began to scatter.
A steady breath of clarity caused mirrored illusions to suddenly shatter.
This was just a moment or a chapter in life’s book.
Perceptions to be challenged if one would only care to look.
So, concentration became the key meditation a remedy.
The hum of silent nothingness mixed with a booming melody.
Your breath starting to climb a slow and sudden count.
As time began to pass the pressure began to mount.
If light is born in dark, then the abyss holds the spark.
Making sense of this conundrum was no walk in the park.
Yet for all that it was worth, doing nothing somehow worked.
When stripped of all materials, we then found our true worth.
Not in glitz, not in glamour, nor in simple prized possessions.
As a cup does hold water, our thoughts are mere reflections.
In this lesson there’s much to learn, there’s no room for second guessing.
The only way to find the answer, is to question why we question.