Obsessive Poem by Roger Snow

Your Visa Card
and a loss of time
trying far too hard
to ease your mind
buying out the store
to fill the Void within
shop some more
until the wallets thin


Woman, it's an inner Void
you must fulfill
outer things
best to avoid
for inner work, requires
love to make it real, , ,

Windows to the Soul
cannot be seen
by corporal eyes
this is best to know
inward is the space to clean
detach yourself, from outer lies

Everything on the shelf
at the Mall
cannot heal yourself
that's never worked
never healed anyone at all, ,

There's always a special scene
where you may be, ,
just quiet and serenity, , ,
a Souls heaven
for becoming clean

Take the truth of who you are
mixed with love, ,
out for a long ride
to that pace serene
sit, and play your guitar, , ,

Stars set in a Midnight Bowl
they follow you, , ,
where ever you decide to go, , ,
providing light
for that inner View
you seek
Lift you up
when you fall
from feeling weak, , ,


Windows open to your Soul
let in some light, , ,
and give your heart
a chance to grow ~~~~~~~~ End

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inner View, proper sight to see ~~~~~~~~~~~