I sit alone not knowing the Heart's cry and wonder why;
Life is Joy in all its glory and fun is its niches
I laugh but laughs are not what they mean or so i see
And i cry but crying is not what i am.

I see me everywhere but yet fail to recognise myself
for the bubbling Life is the same as much as its Joys and sorrows
I wait, i hear, i get lost and yet i yearn Love
The distance ripples out pangs of imperfect throes
Only to be separated by untruthful lust.

I am the Mother and the son and the affection that binds them both
I am the Lover and and the loved and that bond bringing the affinity
I am that Love, Oh deceitful lust, why doeseth thee not recognise thyself!

i have been given all i want yet i ask more
The biggest of desires is to have no desire at all, yet i ask
The peace hides in my own hideous mask but realizing it, i do not.
I am the poor and the rich but i see not the impoverished or the abundant
I am that peace, Oh unremitting desire, why doeseth thee not recognise thyself!

I wait to see thee with my eyes closed as i sleep off in ignorance
I wait to hear thy words but hear not, for my ears are plugged by the fingers of worries
I wait to smell the fragrance but alas the mucous of lust hinders the very substance
Oh wonderful Compassion, when will thee come to awaken this spoilt child?