By Shawn Hawk

Standing with our backs
To a wall of desperation,

Eyes burning with tears,
Our minds seeking some direction.

Peering through a wall
Of illusions and shattered dreams,

Enclosed in self-made prisons,
Screaming silent screams.

So caught up are we
In our petty little cells,

Concerned with only "me,"
Unable to break the spells.

Unable to realize
It's we who are the makers,

We who crafted each wall,
We who are the breakers.

Unable to understand,
Unable to simply see,

Be of the world and trapped,
Or of the spirit and free.

(From Sunrise magazine, December 2005/January 2006; copyright © 2005 Theosophical University Press)

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