The Road To Nirvana Poem by Jack Dylan

I’ve woken up as a stranger
Not to my clothes or my skin
And not to this house,
But to these thoughts deep from within.

Where did you come from?
And I answer “You know! ”
But who is this stranger
And where did the old me go?

This uncomfortable peace,
Filled with motivation and strength.
Tranquility, silence and warmth
Outside… cold, dark, only a short length.

He is the person who stopped running,
Accepted his fate, and turned around.
I know where I’m at.
I created this road, planted firmly to the ground.

I am speechless and rested
These words come out rough
Looking back down at the rocks
This road has been tough.

But it is the one that I chose
And the bed that I made
Looking up through the clouds
Onto a mountain, much better paved.

Jack Dylan
9/12/06