Dungeon of the Ribcage

I am me

Myself

My environments

My projection

My parallel

My perpendicular and my principle

That many I am

And if all that many of me are not understood

Not felt, not taken care of, not loved and not put together

I will just die as an unknown mystery—

Unremembered and forgotten

This is the story of every man or a woman born in the rib cage

The dungeon of karma

In my ecstasy of consciousness

I see the skies

I see the stars

And I know and I feel

The movement and the magnetic field

And the infinity

And the light

And the darkness

But in that culture of so much happening

I am still a very,very,very extremely very, very lonely man

A slave of the dungeon of the rib cage

I hear music

I create music

I know rhythm

I know voices

I hear the birds

I even hear the fishes talking

I'm trying to see and feel

Everything in the world I know

And I know the sounds

And the sounds, which I can't hear

But I am a slave of the rib cage

And nearest to me is my heart

And I do not recognize its very sound

So arrogant and so ignorant

And much in duality I keep living

Each day gives me the message of beauty

Of bounty

Of prosperity

Of flourishing

Of blossoming

I'm going, and going, and going and going

On the path of infinity

Cycle after cycle

Prayer after prayer

Grace after grace

Rosary after rosary

Feast after feast

And fast after fast

I've gone through the passage of life

But still I'm the slave of the dungeon of the rib cage

Many have called me human

Many have called me beast

Many have called me a lower being

Some people have called me a higher being

Sometimes I did experience the infinity of God

And the light of the heavens shined through me

And sometimes I spoke the word of Truth

Which God gave me to be

I was channel

I was channel

And many times I'm just the lowest of the low

And the creature, and the dungeon of the dirt of the dirt

Of the human caliber and behavior

And in that duality I keep on living

But still I'm the slave of the dungeon of the rib cage

Now I feel the touch of God has touched me and I'm free

In that freedom I feel the ecstasy of light

I'm polite

I'm good

I'm God