Going Back to Losing Your Soul

You keep at it

outdoing and outpacing

the rage, insanity beating down your doors.

In all your retreats and quiet contemplation and musings

in the heart of darkness,

you see the Truth

and you grow.

See how far the earth

turns away from the light?

You wonder how you could ever go back

to the world

Yet there you go, blinded

Any time you relax, you’re blinded

There you go, going back to losing your soul.