Diluting what’s felt into word,
to tame the urges of the herd,
built into their instinctual pride,
the reason by which they survive,
Evolving, the sheep shape and frolic,
within the confines of their colic,
repulsed by their own intuition,
beyond the range of their religion,
Dismissing the need for progress faster,
stuborn to doubt their illusive master,
enslaved to oblivion they passively nod,
blind to the blasphemy of a named God
Like molecules we follow flows of cosmic tides,
No matter journeys reach however far or wide,
Whatever time might be we’re never too late,
We can’t deviate too far from our looming fate;
The decree holds all souls from dawn till dusk,
For it not been seen is to be blind as Oedipus,
Nowhere to hide however how stealth,
Fates only punishment is to deny our true self;
The irony of our chains being locked in free will,
Stripping illusions we find freedom yet still,
Like shadows to us we’re fates’ silhouette,
How aware of its strings is the marionette?
Not without hope do I dance in my stoicism,
For only conformists deny this celestial rhythm,
The captain of our fate resides amid ears,
An AUM resonates in all if our ear only hears.
Brahman isn’t what is but is what isn’t,
The path isn’t the way for the way can’t be spoken,
The way to divinity isn’t paved with rigid signs,
Liberation isn’t breaking free it’s celestial synthesis,
Faith isn’t what defines holiness it’s the experience,
Divinity sermons nature and man their churches,
Language speaks no reality but is a symbol to one,
Man is a bridge between animal and divine,
Unscathed by conceptions space or time,
No beginning and no end,
The goal is to transcend
Existence, the master of all illusion.
Life, a continuity of impermanence.
We, the inherent developing Atman.
the universe, the mind of the greatest mystic.
molded into meaning by merciless meditation.
birth by Brahman being the biggest light of man.
Love, a great gift given down from the gods.
surely showing a synchronous standard of seeing.
all, one and each one equal to all that is the cosmos.
Stuck in the rut of Samsara, ignorant repetition.
the fool who refuses to run away from the train of death,
rather than stepping aside from the tracks, seeking Moksha.
all is truth, though teachers teach through perception.
perceiving truth is miniscule to the eye of the parent of perception.
evolving consciousness, the initiation towards the wisdom of our parent.
seek Tao, take pilgrimage, Entheogenic sacraments, eliminate ego,
practice eightfold, distinguish ignorance, tolerate hypocrisy
holy revelations, reach oneness, attain Nirvana, shatter Maya.
The world is too big
while our range is too small
Our knowledge is too stumpy
while the truth is too tall
We just can’t know all there is
all things are limited to perception
Wisdom comes with age
yet the elderly never reach perfection
The world has become too small
because our vision became too big
Our knowledge thinks itself to be tall
so the real truth appears stumpy
Illusory has become our own perception
limited to think we know that we know all there is
Wisdom proves to be a daunting quest to perfection
the elderly teach us this and then graduate from age.
