If you’ve ever felt like you were on the tip of the horizon and could just... just almost... reach the sun
with one outstretched arm... if you’ve ever felt this underlying sensation touch your waking hours
and ripple in your dreams
You know me
and you know what many have forsaken, forgotten, forbidden to themselves
fortunately, this ghost is crystalized,
timeless and formless
some times I take time for granted only because it doesn’t exist for me
at least, not as it does for most
I try not to live as a fragment, rushing, gushing, and racing to pick up it’s own pieces as they fall away
living through each memory, clutching it, as if it’s a sacred garment that will one day unthread
the wind illustrates the soul, and I know that
forever shall these winds of change blow
I’m aiming to move foundations
instead of wasting precious materials to build on cracked corner stones
I’ve found that words are just middlemen in the saga between our eyes
and often times silence can move chapters that sentences cannot
I’ve left chronicles in the dust
because some words don’t exist
and if you understand this, then I need say no more
....
yet sometimes at night
alone
I am brought to tears by the struggles I see
around me
in the lives of brothers and sisters
who won’t set themselves free
even in those that rub me the wrong way
those who send chills down my spine
I look at them and I spy
a hurt child deep inside,
curled up in a ball
waiting
hoping
for someone to cradle them in their arms and say ‘your not alone’
and I want to reach out and embrace them
but the moment passes and words can’t bridge this gap
that open receptions can
and even love cannot grasp
when the door to your darkness is shut and locked
it’s just a thought...
but if the majority of the world believes in a majority religion
and if the majority religions cater to the reward called heaven
who gets in?
you?
me?
we?
all we see?
If there’s no heaven on Earth
Than how can heaven even be…?
I have faith in few things
but I hold my faith close
I truly believe that the self propelling intelligence of the universe is and always has been ALIVE
and that the script of this drama is written in the ink of Free Will and Love
and without either
nothing could exist
so I do not blame an invisible wise man for pain and misfortunes
I am not a child who needs to be coddled and pampered by mother
I set myself free in order to love her
I’ve discovered
that the lust for information can be just as dangerous
as the lust for things
when it’s not tempered by wisdom and moderation
would you break open a snail’s shell just to see how it works?
I feel like dropping my books cause I feel so shook
when they say
“we’ll just fly into outer space and find a new planet someday”
at our rate of consumption and promiscuity
we will ravage all potentially inhabitable planets
in no less than the strike of a clock’s hand in the span of the universe
beyond and above that fact
I respect women, because I respect my mother
so I do not have the spine of a concubine
these tools we create are an extension of our minds
this web we’ve weaved in short bursts of fleeting candles lit
throughout the brief tributary of recorded history
is such that
one harmless thread is attached to an insidious one
and we
suspended high, stuck with no safety net
perhaps the egyptians worshipped cats
because they land on their feet
I hope your a cool cat
because
if we don’t disassemble this teetering monolith
then the gravity gnawing on it’s weak support beams
will latch in its jaws without mercy
a prosperous economy is not all it’s cracked up to be
just as a natural disaster
is not destructive
when considering the hereafter
but that does not mean when I hear of death I’m in laughter
it just means
that to me death isn’t a ‘say all, end all’
but just another factor
so you ask
if I have a past life where are my memories?
well, what do you recall from birth to age three?
how can I explain the constant underlying feeling of ever presence
of an unnamed essence
of past and future lessons
of a deja vu impression
that has always been without the power of suggestion
or analytical questions, or scriptures that left me guessing...
denial of self
means I stifle the fingers that write, paint, and touch
and there would not be so much
of a word on this page
it means that my door to my darkness would be shut
and the world outside my cell’s window might as well be
and illusion
because if I have no belief in my own constitution
then why not just let an institution
fill up this supposedly vacant lot
if I’m not using it,
I know
it will be stolen or bought
though I would never rot,
I’d just be chained and lost
it is this knowledge
and these thoughts
that make me weak in the knees, with my heart in drop D
when I see
a soul with no ‘me’
but society will unknowingly lead us into a future
where people will be able to download there minds on a computer
yet even with these ultra high speed connections
we still put them to shame
with our own natural soul reflections
there is an art to living
if you listen to the universal rhythm
it will come
that’s why a drum is sometimes more than a drum
and a hum is sometimes more than a hum
but I am not trying to spread a religion
I have no tennants or rules or format
I won’t arrive on your doormat
all I have to give is my life to live
but many think that one in six billion is not that big
but I remain humble like Pooh’s friend the pig
and reply now for in my tao
there is great distance between one and none
and I never forget that each second
is as spontaneously beautiful a miracle
as the second before
I receive love at the price of all else
so I give and therefore am never poor
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