No Escape
Trapped,
alone,
afraid,
with no way out,
Wandering aimlessly in a vast desert land
Of no-thingness…
Exiled from any kind of love or care,
Trying to find my way out,
To another place,
To some better place,
To any place with room for me,
To a place with enough love for me,
But there is no other place,
And escape is not possible…
There is no escape.
I wandered in the vast desert wasteland
of my own being,
Arid, bleak, and cold, devoid of life,
deafening in its silence and emptiness
From lack of love and nourishment.
When I got tired enough
I finally stopped running,
And trying to escape.
I turned to face the fear and deadness inside,
And I filled all of the empty spaces
With my own love.
When I did,
lush, abundant gardens appeared
where before there had been nothing.
Life flourished as if it had been there all along,
Just waiting to be my home.