Suppressed amongst the cunning and intellectual,
Unsure amongst the confidently ruthless,
Disoriented amongst the dubiously composed,
Demotivated amongst the deliriously driven,
Lost amongst the self proclaimed sure and clear.
After a relentless onslaught of inner and outer conflicts
The voice of the soul now alienated from the self,Stripped of its identity,
Unbeknownst of its true might,
Plunges down a bottomless spiral.
Alone, weak, and estranged,
Discredited and disconnected,
Silently watchful in the shadows,
Hurt and disenchanted,
Coloured by the many judgements,
The subdued soul nearly loses hope.
An accidental revelation,
A wave of realization,
An epiphany arises from the paradox,
Reignites a nearly burnt out fire,
Revives the dwindling faith.
Enlightened and invigorated,
The soul discerns and realises it's own nature,
It's separation from the crowd,
Embraces the truth as it is,
And discovers bliss hidden in plain sight.
