A Glass of Wine
Desperately desiring depth
I wade through the shallows
in the muddy waters of distracted disorientation
in the random salesmanship of a million products
all vying for my attentions
intent upon my demise as a thinking entity
transforming me into a consumer of yet another "Big Gulp."
in the sordid world of mundane thought
a pattern of self destruction so encompassing
as they laugh at my dilemma
these powers that be
so easy to blame
but what about me?
What part am I playing in this perpetual processing plant of
what do I actually do about it?
A call to arms?
Or do I merely howl at the moon
insufficient on all fronts
yet not without tooth and claw
for there is power in number
and when two becomes three
multiplied ad infinitum
a beast arises capable of consuming the consumers
the hundredth monkey come at last.
I must confess
I am spoiling for a fight!
A visible, tangible enemy
something I can sink my teeth into
one that doesn't evaporate on sight
becoming again an abstract ideal
and merely leaving me with a bad taste in my mouth.
Where are they?
these serial rapists of the natural order
Traitors I mean
who've now unlocked Pandora's box?
Stand before me eye to eye
toe to toe
I dare you
but I must warn you
I'll go down swinging
wildly perhaps in an adrenal dump of massive proportions
better keep your chin down
for one of those punches is bound to connect.
maybe I should calm down
a more gradual process
a slower build
the beast never shows his face anyway
and even if I cut off his head he'd just grow another.
Back to the drawing board
a lesson learned
a vision vented
I feel better now
and even if nothing outside has really changed something inside of me has
a new insight
one requiring some thought and reflection
I'll take a page from Scarlett O'hara
I'll think about it tomorrow
that's the ticket
that should be soon enough
anybody have a glass of wine?
The Space Between
the pendulum swings
and I swing with it
back and forth between the two.
In the space between
between two thoughts
between two breaths
between a rock and a hard place.
So say the wise.
Between two worlds
teeter tottering on the brink
at the edge of consciousness
the razors edge
I walk the fine line between realization and insanity.
So say's the would be wise.
Between two ideas
before the choice sets in
abstract in my obscurity
I rejoice in my anonymity
for it is this very lack of distintion
that allows me to fly below the radar
of the towering tinsel tower
of the worlds new order
in the grand new paradign
that so resembles the old one.
In the space between
the deal goes down
and it looks so good
we fail to read the fine print
after all we can't all be lawyers
or even afford one
and who can make sense of this mumbo jumbo but a lawyer
who tells me that the system works
and it does
if you're a lawyer.
But don't despair!
For in this space between
two choices diametrically opposed
in this space of uncertainty
of unabashed awareness
tarnished not by the desirous needs of material unreality
but pure thought without words
before the rise of Matrika
who is the mother of letters
consciousness dwells before incarnation
and I know because I've seen it
I swear it
And all we need do to realize it forever
once and for all
is change the prescription of our reading glasses
so we see not through a glass darkly.
So say the wise.
Seeking for sanity
I find it not
Not in the dying embers of fires long spent
Nor in places of confusion, far from daybreaks doorway.
Where then should I seek?
Not in the ramblings of the Created offspring,
Who always wise as children
Seek the same thing I seek but with even less fortitude.
Where than a hope be found?
Not in the spark, but the flame whence it came,
Troubled not by the winds of desire
but peace at last
in the stillness of burnt offerings
where the phoenix will arise from the ashes
To begin a new dawn.
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