Meditation

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Meditation

I feel the spark of life in my back
Dancing about on my back
I feel a fire deep inside
Is this god's design
How the fire burst, erupts
The energy it contains is enough 
My body shakes and quiver
When it's over I feel better
I close my eyes and focus on the star
It seems so near but so far
I collapse on the ground
Laying their in the soil, in the dirt mound
I look to the heaven for answers to be met by silence
Though my soul wants to become violent 
Soon the hidden beast will sleep and I will be normal again
It's always a question of when
When the beast awakens within
The light of the world dims
When the eyes of the beast open
The beast stirs within
I feel the spark of life in my back
Dancing about on my back
I feel a fire deep inside
Is this god's design
How the fire burst, erupts
The energy it contains is enough 
My body shakes and quiver
When it's over I feel better

I close my eyes and focus on the star
It seems so near but so far
I collapse on the ground
Laying their in the soil, in the dirt mound
I look to the heaven for answers to be met by silence
Though my soul wants to become violent 
Soon the hidden beast will sleep and I will be normal again
It's always a question of when
When the beast awakens within
The light of the world dims
When the eyes of the beast open
The beast stirs within

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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