Finding Oneself Poem by DM W

Lost in this fractured world, we tend to look
To mythologies to satisfy our needs.
The moon and stars take on arcane meanings.
Fate consumes the deepest realms of our psyches,
Rather than the idle winds of mere chance.
O we're obsessed by the bloated lives of
Celebrities and the 'accomplishments'
Of sports stars: all the heroes and heroines
That seem to provide a purpose to existence.
We seem to be addicted to noise and
Violent colours: that pollute pools of silence.
We're drawn to anything that keeps our gaze
Away from the abyss.We are drawn to
Distractions, rather than involved in finding
The courage to simply be. Because of
Modern circumstance and habit, we have
A tendency to neglect our own souls;
And the necessary exploration
Of their vast, inner realms. We're still afraid.
We are a long way from the sacred garden.