monk

My sanctuary..

I can go there any time
in my minds eye
or
a trip, willing I’ll travel far
leading me to my safe haven

The closer I get to the lighthouse
the more the ocean
beckons to me.
I am almost there.
All my senses are now wide awake
pleasure and alive inside

The demons don’t live there
they are not allowed
only hope and serenity
thrive
within the lighthouse.

I climb the spiral stairway
leading me home
with each step I feel calmer
the negative energy I carry with me
falls like leaves in the autumn breeze
downward they tumble
leaving me with an empty mind.
Peace
I’m finally there

SEG

*This poem was written after a Buddhist monk read my writings.  He challenged me and asked me to write an uplifting poem.  The more poetry I post the more you will begin to understand why I was given this assignment.  I believe it was written in the late 90’s.  It was written in Falls Church, Virginia.