Weigh Anchors

When the sailing ship keeps drifting around;
it requires something to keep it steady;
it needs an anchor to keep it bound;
till, for sailing, the crew makes it ready.

I feel very much like that ship at sea;
my anchor was lost to attrition;
floating aimlessly around, is me;
full of sorrows; empty on vision.

I’m drifting because there’s no place to go;
I’m as aimless as I’ll ever be;
and, knowing what I’ve come to know;
life seems to have nothing for me.

Emptiness is like the middle of an ocean;
there’s nothing to see, all around;
though constantly remaining in motion;
not a trace of dry land is found.

Both night and day, are much the same;
there’s nothing to see in either;
desolation of emptiness, in both, remain;
while, purpose is found in neither.

Since the physical has lost all purpose for me;
a new purpose must be defined;
I’m wasting my time sailing an empty sea;
I  must weigh anchor in my mind.

For the kingdom of thought is reality’s sea;
I must breathe in its ocean air;
a kingdom, devoid of limitations for me;
I can weigh anchor and go anywhere.