Angst consumes me with every word that is heard and spoken; with every image my eyes behold
The foul stench of the chemical industrial air suffocates metamorphing the foundations of every living thing
Nary a word of truth is ever spoken and ignorance is the universal law that is forced upon the masses and the classless classes to their jubilation
Mammon is the god of choice – desired and worshiped above all others
Can you see it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it?
Where to turn for truth? Where to turn for justice? Where to go for an infinitesimal grain of peace or for just a piece of infinitesimal grain to nurture the body?
Sustenance in bounty everywhere but none fit for consumption. With conflict so lucrative, the price of repose is at an all-time premium so no rest for the weary.
There is at least tekhnologia to surrender self and conscience without consideration of consequence. Ha, I like that said the blind man.
I can see it! I can hear it! I can feel it!
My God, how did the chalice get so empty and we not realise it?
Oh well, fuck it! Let’s just have some cake and sing…
Pull the spectacles from your eyes and behold the illusions of your own design
It was given birth by C-section and now a prodigy to rule the world or is it to ensure the world rue’s the day?
Cry once for this amazing creation because that’s all you have time for
Its nurturing time and the dawn won’t wait for the sun to complete its ascension or for you to comprehend the gravity of your miscalculations before clearing the rheum from your eyes
Shh now….the teeth are sharp and milk just won’t cut it
Fresh meat is on the menu and know that you are not exempt from your child’s ravenous palate
Hope you’ve got alternative plans for tea because the cupboards will soon be bare
How are you feeling now that the hunt is on and the youngling is on the prowl?
There is wanderlust in the eyes and soon there will be no means of controlling it
Can you cry for the innocent and ignorant souls that will soon know and fear you from the thing you have sired?
Sit back in that Recliner and take it all in
Keep one hand in your pocket and use the other to conceal your sins
That’s right…endeavour to settle yourself down in a simple little town while the acid rain falls gently all around
You may rely on the fact that Heaven may forgive but few others will when they have fathomed what you have unleashed
Deafen yourself to the carnage by covering your ears to “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you” but hey you should remember…
Everyone gets tired sometime, Everyone has to sleep sometime, Everyone has to feel sometime
…and when you do, there won’t be a peep from you but the world around will continue to sigh and cry before your wolf dies
Contemplating space and place is all consuming for one who has no space in this place
Yet here is where I reside in form yet undeniably outside of this time, outside of this space, outside of this being and outside of convention
Thought, thinking, remembering, forgetting, agonizing, hoping against hope but feeling the potential of possibilities unseen
Images and faces laced in clouded emotion bare witness to both what was and what will be
Though I am here, fragments of self beckons to be seen, heard and understood from a myriad of mansions in dimensions that claim prime of reality and truth all their own
There is no substance only embers – barely visible, remotely comprehensible
“Learn, understand, mature and morph into that which has been prophesied”, they implore as I remain just beyond the barrier’s rim
“We know your fears; we feel your pain – for we too have suffered and traversed that very chasm mired in darkness as you will also”
“You will add to us and we to you, becoming ONE in form and in consciousness”
There, which is not there, will have no space, no place and no trace of time
After there will be a moment of rest but only for a season
For WE resolve to Evolve, therefore there is no ending only renewed beginnings
Doors opening and closing and then opening again without end
…why does the sun shine upon the young and old; the strong and the feeble; the rich and the poor and the wise and foolish equally when clearly they are not?
…why does the rainfall comfort me in a way that a sunny day cannot?
…why do tears signal both joy and happiness as well as pain and despair?
…why must it be so exhausting in the company of many while so peaceful in solitude?
…why isn’t beauty and happiness seen as a universal concept instead of dictated by the beholder?
…why am I separated from the Constant of creation and the Spirit of Wisdom though they beckon me and I for them?
…why am I allowed only to glimpse Truth but not experience its full beauty and magnificence?
…why have I been allowed to be raised in what is considered foster care at best while my Family be not far from me?
…why are YOU not here to explain all of this to me now and nourish me within the knowledge that is so desired?
The truth is that perception of Right and Wrong and Good and Bad are influenced by man-made constructs which are often employed as a system of control meant to direct our actions and obscure our vision of ourselves and reality
The choices we make, the environment that moulds us, the deity we choose to serve (or not to serve) are all defined by perception which in-turn gives birth to personal concepts of how we view and interpret what is essentially positive and what is inherently negative
Now, what does this all mean?
“Just live!” Make the choices you desire to make but take full responsibility… for ALL of them!
For when the sun finally sets into its cradle of twilight and drifts deeply into peaceful slumber leaving you alone in the dark with your own thoughts and conscience, it is YOU who must bare complete responsibility… for how you have chosen to view the world around you; for the choices you have made and for the manner in which you have lived your life. In that instant, despair may be your comforter and regret your pillow or you could embrace what is upon you and accept without fear the visitor that patiently waits beyond the shadows who comes to enlighten and illuminate what once was a cloak of misperception and confusion.
Is it by the wind and the rain, together in tandem carrying me where it will then seeding me to that chosen soil for nourishment and to nourish
or is it by the strength of the mighty river’s flow – eroding, carving, moulding everything in it’s wake until defined as the grandest canyon or the mightiest mountain
or has it truly been by the Will and hand of my Maker, like Hephaestus methodically crafting me into the finest tool which has been forged in an inferno until strong and durable as Osmium and as sharp as the Joyeuse.
…to be nurtured for purposes only understood by nothing less than a – God
Now I am whole; Now I am transcendent; Now…I AM AWAKE!
Ha, I like that said the blind man.
