Lost in the haze ..23rd July 2024

 Lost in the haze


Perplexing concepts swirl around,

A maze of helplessness, a search for solid ground.

Existence reduced to mere bewilderment,

A struggle to find footing, a sense of discontent.


Theories and mantras, tantras and creed,

Leave me questioning, lost in a sea of need.

No clear direction, no guiding light,

Just the echoes of a desperate, sleepless night.


The call of the clairvoyant, the mew of the cat,

The bark or bite of the dog, all blend into a chat.

Meaningless sounds, a cacophony of pain,

A reflection of the turmoil that I cannot explain.


At the bottom of it all, I find my existence,

A fragile, flickering flame, a mere presence.

A sense of helplessness, a cry in the dark,

A longing for solace, a heart that's lost its spark.


Lost in the haze


Where are you?

Meandering, drifting, floating and vaporized

These theories, interpretations, mantras, tantras

You may never know the essence

Is it poison or nectar in the bowl

Until effects seen, you may never know

Delusion or real, till you are the pawn on board

Sucked into your own doings, not at someone's behest

The call of the clairvoyant

The mew of the cat

Bark or bite of the dog

All same, when nothing seems working

Confounding notions spread around,

Helplessness and how you exist,

At the bottom of this poem

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