The Death of a Spiritual Quest

The Death of a Spiritual Quest

When the heart wakes up in darkness
In the middle of the night
And you bear upon yourself
A burden of a fear
Something does not feel completely right
Something does not resonate like before
Some wise ones said long ago
The birth of man is the birth of his sorrow
but I say unto you
The birth of man's sorrow is only man's foolishness
For wisdom is plentiful and abundance is the nature of Life
Yet man is only full of misery in his Heart
Looking at the profits that come and depart
How foolish is such a man's mind
Leaves him to live like a total blind
The eyes that can see are unused to see
Ears that can here are deafened to hear
The tongue tastes nothing but dead broth
Skin just left to rot
Nose just smells the putrid smells
Oh what a life this is full of misery, death and cursed spells
Such a One numbed in his existence
Lives and yet not lives
For he is dead to his spirit
and to the Life of bountiful existence
Oh is this cursed dream or the mundane way of life?
The death of Spiritual Quest at bay with no strife?
Tell me my friend, for I do not know
I know just this,
when the wind moves it makes me flow
when the flowers bloom they make me glow
and as I look up at the skies it give me hope
for now  i look up again
for the mortal are too dead in their brains
Caught up in their mundane existence
Too blinded to see the sunlight glowing through darkness.