a book of life, or...
Posted: January 2nd, 2011, 5:07 am
(have paddle, creek needed)
with each turn of the earth, even with each breath, we too turn a new page,
and all writers know how potential can flow, both with or without any wage,
the narrative will remain open for speculation... and/or mental procreation,
the content can be read only while being written, as in a life-long illistration
the author fights for publishing rights, but the printer is nearly done,
and the seller overheard the buyer, telling the readers they exist as one,
the editing is forever a necessity, but don't expect endorsements to ensue,
the critics may scowl, but take a bow, the one playing all these roles is you
probabilty... will tend to entice, if how you see becomes what you write,
perception is never a single conception, but a vision test of second sight,
possibility is the place to be, where what isn't written... is what you see,
the pen is at hand, the story in mind, as for inspiration, don't look at me
let it be known you are alone, and all around you, the universe revolves,
but not so fast, no certainty can last, and even a universe must evolve,
that common ground can only found, in this tiny corner of time and space,
and only here and only now, we are allowed to share the self, face to face
so, writer's block is not an option, there is always a deadline to meet...
opportunity is a shadow of itself, and old man time never likes a repeat,
yet, haste is not the best answer, since questions do live for the pursuit,
but hidden there, in-between these two, are those karmic points of dispute
and the desire to balance anything, is just about as delicate as it gets,
but remember, the dogma works by intention, despite any last minute regrets,
this is where the purpose of life is, refined... with the subtlness of mind,
here you'll find how well one knows the self, will be seen in how they shine
so don't entertain your fears, or selectivity browse through this realm,
because the introduction of human doubt, is simply designed to overwhelm,
interpretation of this language is contained in the fine print of thought,
it is the natural tantra of the soul... a lesson learned but never taught
this life experience is very fulfilling, though we are always craving more,
but by its own admission, craving shows an emptiness, sometimes to the core,
and I know this physical world is a perfect place for a living being to grow,
but if the proof of life is only living, then where is the need for a soul,
so don't you underestimate your being, to absorb everything it wants to know,
although... there really aren't any answers, "out there"... anywhere you go,
they all reside deep inside, gagged and tied, wanting you to set them free,
the further outward you that wish to wander, the further inward you must be
believe... the writing of your book of life is not something carved in stone,
even fate gets lost in the maze, as the laws of cause will infect the unknown,
and our own reality rewrites its earthly meaning, on its moment to moment scale,
it leaves the blind behind to lead the blind, toward any truth that is for sale
also destiny, by definition... what it lacks in fact is replaced with fiction,
it was an ancient muse, ancient greek headline news, (special evening edition),
only consciousness can bear the full burdon, for everything you'll ever know,
as it drives your very own universe, to any level that you may wish it to go
and predetermination... so impossible, except for one little tiny nagging detail,
yet, those who choose to accept this ruse, shall surely never pierce the veil,
for intention is not a human invention, but a fuel for the future of co-creation,
of course once faith is placed, choice is erased, from any further expectation,
wgs
1/1/11
