Mantra For Me Poem by Thomas Dooley

To hear my voice in the silence of my mind
Unaware on the outside the passing of time
In these dark crevices, what is it that I hide

The sound of mid-tones words
As the prayer wheel turns
A Mantra for me, I must learn.

The superstitions of religion created in the past
Stained glass images are not what they seem.
Contradictions of the forgiver will condemn the sinner.

The sound of one repetitive tone
Withing my mind, it is clear
A Mantra for me erases my fears.

How to adapt to this changing world
Freedoms traded for political ignorance
Will we forgive or forget this

The sound of the echoes of life
The heart of unconditional love
From a mother, it will come.

The sound of this language I must learn.
Ancient in its wisdom more that sound more than a word
A mantra for me is what I have heard.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020