Poems of Narad

The Inner Mystery

13.12.2022

Less than sight impaired or weak in mind
We walk upon accustomed trails of life
Seeking always something we never find
Amidst the joy and sorrow and the strife,

The challenges upon this mortal path.
Even though half-blind we struggle on,
Plying our way through human deceit and wrath,
It seems we move like an automaton.

Yet this turbulence is nothing, it shall pass,
Through challenges and fate we carry on
And live among the noble and the crass
Surviving even when everything seems gone,

To find within the elusive magic key
Opening doors the the inner mystery.