Kundalini: The Beginning

I understand this hunger for humanity to achieve greatness. It compells us  to live a new life, that of an Alister Crowley type of wickedness.
All to feed this great Beast. To never roar like the thunder, to never walk your Road to Santiago.

I have lived in my mind for far to long to have let society tell me what is and what isn't. I left my right hand to write out scriptures of what is right and what is left.
No you cannot control my desires, my dopamine levels, I do not breathe to satisfy your hunger.

We all have our tales and testimonials. Mine is the story of an innocent survivor, I pressed play on the music of the world, which in turn granted me answers sung by the Universe in tongues that I could never interpret. Came back with wounded eardrums due to the immense intensity of the message.

No one is ever given choice, kids grow too fast and so did I. Yet I still laugh like a baby during Peek-a-boo. Always in search for answers, always asking the wrong question.

Why me? Why me? Why me?

Instead of why not me?

[By: Mfezeko Booi]

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  1. I took pleasure in reading your work. It's amazing

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