Meditate to Mediate

Meditate to mediate the spots in which there congregate a myriad of fears
Tensions you don’t know exist but if ignored will all persist 
Blind spots that have you caught
Tied in a knot that time forgot
What are you running from? 
Where are you going? 
With the question unasked the truth remains masked 
Your actions compelled by a spell you did not know was cast 
Black magic in the truest sense
An ignored source delays defense
These black holes in your psyche make you want to fight me 
Their inky tendrils grip your will so tightly 
Yet you let it smite thee
Blindly standing idly
So you don’t have to face
That without a face
The void that you avoid 
Devoid of meaning, your psychic screening
Has hidden any chance of wisdom gleaning 
Annoyed, paranoid
You’re seething, barely breathing
Yet you’re still not seeing
The barrier to just being
Unaware of the tension
So you don’t have to mention
The beast without a face
Easier to run from when faceless
But what if the beast was baseless?