Plight Of The Mundane Poem by Okim Otu

As I lay down to sleep,
My eyes close to the world
But through the earth I seep,
My head so nicely pearled
Frighten by underworld,
As light glow in Stillness
So must my head uncurled
And cure this pettiness.

The world has called it right
The best path worth pursuing,
The church has ground it might
Suffering and smiling,
Shrouds essence of living
And clout my mind with dust,
Sway me away from being
To pride myself in lust.

I can feel the power
which reside within me,
Intrinsic energy
Woven around my heart,
All that is beautiful,
Wise and ideal I see
Whence one with being and still.