No Escape

Trapped, 

alone, 

afraid, 

with no way out,

Wandering aimlessly in a vast desert land 

Of no-thingness…

Exiled from any kind of love or care,

Trying to find my way out, 

To another place, 

To some better place,

To any place with room for me,

To a place with enough love for me,

But there is no other place,

And escape is not possible…

There is no escape.

I wandered in the vast desert wasteland

of my own being, 

Arid, bleak, and cold, devoid of life, 

deafening in its silence and emptiness

From lack of love and nourishment.

When I got tired enough

I finally stopped running,

And trying to escape.

I turned to face the fear and deadness inside,

And I filled all of the empty spaces

With my own love.

When I did, 

lush, abundant gardens appeared 

where before there had been nothing.

Life flourished as if it had been there all along, 

Just waiting to be my home.