Back Tracking Into The Future Poem by leonard daranjo

Can I walk out of the labyrinth
of my mortal flesh
and experience the world
for what it really is
Can I dissolve my ego
and look at myself
for who and what
I truly am
Can I rinse the dust
out of my eyes
and allow the moonbeams
to dance on my pupils
Can I wash off the grime
from my hands and feel
the fragility of a dew drop
in the middle of my palm
Can I cleanse my nostrils and inhale
the fragrance of flowers growing wild
Can I unclog my ears
and listen to the symphony
of the wind and the rain
as they waltz past my window
in the dead of the night
Can I extricate myself
from the clutter of thought
and experience the pristine
power of the present
Can I purge my soul
of toxic energy
and make it a receptacle
for the sacred light