Without, Within

I was told to think,
to think before I could move,
And to think aforetime,
I ought to ask someone,
the one with prominence.

I was told to do good,
to think before I respond,
And to think before-time,
I ought to mask someone,
the one with profound prominence.

My body grew, as well my capacity, to acquire this microcosm,
But neither could I laugh, nor could I cry, neither could I dream,
Nor could I ponder, but,
my body grew, as well as my capacity, to acquire this microcosm.

Being Intoxicated with other’s opinions,
I wasn’t open to Love,
I wasn’t open to Feel,
I wasn’t open to think,
I wasn’t open to live.

I therefore became the one,
Who hasn’t known Love,
Who hasn’t felt Love,
Who hasn’t thought Love,
Who hasn’t lived Love.

I realised that I alarmingly needed a sanatorium,
Capable of cleansing my heart from the materially created microcosm,
Sat I, at the grotto of the Madonna, pleading her maternal caress,
My Mother, My Mother, helped me discover ‘my cosm’-,
‘my body needed not growth’, ‘nothing had to be acquired’ in this microcosm.