Thus Speaks The Recluse Poem by leonard daranjo

There are times
when I hate to have to
meet people;
times when I just need
the inner space
to work my way around
the web of words and sink into
a primeval world
of raw beginnings
I want to
feel without thinking;
listen without judging;
understand without labelling;
see without colouring
When I awaken,
I shall possess many mansions
and I shall have access
to vast repositories
of transformational energy