Aspiring Through the Darkness

When darkness closes in upon itself

And the pitch of night encompasses our day,

A cloak of black obscurity denies

The soul's advance within the fragile clay.

Dull and errant are our leaden steps

When even the sun seems cast in shades of grey,

Laboured our breath and stilled the voice within

As we meet our demons past come back to play.

This we must face, the karma of old deeds

Returned to haunt the traveller on the way,

Till we expunge the residue of lives

Of lust and littleness that hold us prey

To forces that feedon ill-advised desire

While the inner Witness tends the sacred fire.