La Perdida de Mi Alma

Losing my happiness
Is my destruction of Nature.
consumed by structure and order,
When thrown into the
Manacles of Reason.
Passion and Inspiration diminished,
Vacia y sin Alma.

Corruption;
I think, but do not feel,
No longer to perceive
Nature as my home,
but as my Nemisis.
Unpredictable Nature,
How can I understand?

Lost
In the turbulence of
Lies and Contradictions
Filling my world with
Hatred, Sorrow, Destruction
Unable to find the Path
To the Sanctity of
Truth.

Tall, Constructed buildings
Hang overhead;
Towering and Menacing
In my wake,
Clouding my View
Of the distant, but Neighboring Splendor of the
Magnificent Sky.

Constrained by Habit, because
Reason has Imprisoned my
Wondering Intuition
To Do and to Act
As my instinct Inspires.

Bleak and Unpredictable
I Feel as the
Days pass by
Without Repose
Into what is
Simple and Real.
Shadows
Of my youth,
Freedom, Bliss, Hope;
Come to mind.
The man-made world
Devouring me in it's Illusion.
There seems to be
No Escape.

My heart pains.
Relief only comes with
The Memory of the Soft,
Natural Comfort of
Emotion that I lay.
Wondering of what was
Beyond
In the Mystical Light
Of those tiny, white Eyes
Filling my Soul with Wisdom.

Majestic Nature,
I behold thee
Yet Again.
As the Wind blows
Against my fragile Soul,
The dark Night
Encloses me with the
Sweetness of Inspiration.

Taken in through
All my Senses,
The Moon and Stars
Desperately Reach out
With fantastic rays of
Light and become
Guide to the
Salvation of my spirit.