Sometimes poems just arise, this was after a meditation –

I like the cave

It’s high and the air is thin

It’s cold, I can see my breath

The stone I’m sitting on is cold

The robe is rough on my skin

Aching from hunger holds my mind fast

I can see the monastery from here

Far enough to not trouble me

The problem with monks

Is that they all escaping from life

They seek peace from others

But confined by monastery rules

And religious dogma

It can exacerbate problems

They don’t like me

I don’t need them

Having a body is excruciating

Suppressing desire and addiction

Only makes it worse

Disciplining it only means it finds another avenue

The emotion is overwhelming

It drives the mind into madness

I don’t need the world

I don’t need society

People are like demons

Clawing at my soul

With dark hearts

And rotting souls

The stench is evil

My body is a prison

Tired, cold and exhausted

My heart is weak

And wants to stop

My breath is tired

And breathing in all the evil in the world

Rotting my body from the inside out

Nothing is good

Love is a lie

God is a demon

Punishing us in his hell

Escape is in stillness

Letting go of the beating heart

Slowing the mind

Holding the breath

Slow, still, seeping cold

The body fades

The mind narrows

Like squeezing through a tiny door

Until both heart and breath slow

Into a final release.