So I am awake, while existing here in Zombie Land.
Yet it is so painful to be awake
Here in Zombie Land.
I am understanding why Nature does not use words to speak—words
Which are the masks we hide behind, in Zombie Land.
That is why we cannot stand Silence…it forces us to wonder,
What else is there beyond Zombie Land.
Nature, just…has a way, to still remain
alive in this Land,
where those that are deaden,
Cannot see Life and Beauty,
even though it parades before their eyes.
As far as I, I feel closer to the trees,
The water, the birds, than to those who
Inhabit a similar shell to mine.
For what good is a body without an essence…
I would not mind trading places with you—Nature.
At least in this form of being, I’d be rooted with all forms of life.
We’d be one in all and all in one,
in the cycle of nature, in the nature of Life
The birds would sing in my ear,
The raindrops would kiss my skin
and the wind caress my frame…
But here, in Zombie Land the only sensations are those obsessions
Which serve to drain our essence—the endless worries which leave us empty.
Joy, truth and Love
Among other seeds…
Are starving for Light and the freedom to grow
Here, I am made ashamed to feel, to want to merge with the one breath of Nature—because here, they say my “problem” is,
“that I am just too sensitive”
Zombie Land has no cycles of life but rather deadly daily routines
Which wither away the soul.
So despite staring Life right in the face,
I am forced to wear a mask—knowing what I know,
I am still paralyzed by a fear to move,
I fear the Zombies around me will not accept me.
So I wear my mask.
But each day I wear it, it deadens me less and less,
For I know that paradise has to be lived from within…
While here in this land of Masks
The Zombies strike meaningless conversation with me
And all I keep thinking behind my mask is how much long…e..rrr...
Till I can go speak with the Trees,
Even though they do not move
Their mouth to speak,
Like the Zombies,
Our conversations are always so…
meaningful and loving.
They always laugh at my mask.
Yet they Love my essence…