The sword of Damocles

The ghosts come running with their arms out-stretched:

The moment you try to run away from them.

In the best of your times they arrive without knocking.

Taking you by surprise.

It is what the newspapers call "shock and awe".

Ruining your continuous introspection.

Of getting closer to your inner self.

Your practice is immediately threatened.

They are infact, in disguise, your character testers.

Soul and mind testers rather.

Your breathing becomes polluted and you become insecure.

A sense of uncleanliness binds you to the pole of frustration.

Beating you with a whip laced with spikes of non-realisation of anything.

You become captive and try hard to come out.

Therby falling in their redundant traps.

Traps which don't have doors and mazes with no catacombs.

It is not about solving the mystery.

Mysteries can be harnessed and satiated by reason and logic.

But you cannot harness evil for if you try you will be left with none.

Except evil.

Let it get you to your core displaying its DNA.

Once it is done it's finished.