The Mental Sword Poem by Devonte Manusina

I sharpen the mental blade to see clearly, everything I thought was clear fades away.
A new bliss forms within me.
A power.
Unexplainable.
Unimaginable.
I try out to get a grasp of the knowledge——
"Try"
The more I try the more it fades away.
The route chosen of sharpening the mental blade is not an easy one.
"Empty the mind" "watch your thoughts" "be mindful"
Out of all of the life advices none of them leads you to peace.
Advice outside of self leads to more confusion.
As if the years of the invisible shackles wasn't enough.
They tell us we are not Gods, but if we're made from God how are we not?
Not a floating man in the sky no, but a flower blooming at the end of spring spreading life's fragrance on the things around it.
What is the difference?
Are paintings not a part of the artist?
Are the clouds not a part of the sky?
Subliminal messages that poisons the peoples mind.
Distracting us from our true strength.
Creating severance in a world where separation is just an illusion.
Invisible boundaries we mark down to claim power and outside riches.
A day would come where we stop chipping at our own swords and strike on our neighbors.
I ask you is your blade sharpened?