scratch upon the surface
Posted: May 31st, 2016, 8:45 pm
now, coming back around to this... fundamental-existence seeking...
or the stalking of that elusive concept... in which I potentially dwell,
encased in this space, with my ration of time... relatively speaking...
I must... occupy this place, betwixt someone else's heaven and hell
sometimes this reality still raises a brow, as it begs for recognition...
this tiny ripple... a day in the life, upon the path of least resistance,
the wondering, anytime, anywhere... professes an infinite condition...
but a mind doesn't seem to care, about the finer details of existence
and what is a mind, an elemental recipe... a mathematical expression...
or just a biological interface, between various realms of... being-ness,
if function followed form, this life could only be recorded impression...
but is anything freely born, or is it always... all about the awareness
was my consciousness obliged to come into being, or is it a volunteer...
am I not an incarnation, and have I not come from... whence I came,
now, in the passing through... of this reflection, but I shall persevere...
and to what end do I pursue, everything is here, it is one in the same
if it's a dream come true, a party in paradox... I'll pass on the purpose...
surly, something wonderful happens here... the odyssey isn't slowing,
I'll take the mission, or a hearse, to place my scratch upon the surface...
I'm only saying it's a hungry universe, but they say... it's still growing
if my presence here concerns you... there's no need to worry, I am you...
as the past holds the future in the present... as any stone is still a stone,
perfect strangers aren't we, as if we didn't know who we've bumped into...
when you is who you see, you see the only truth... that truth has known
it's a vicious circle, I know, but it's all that anyone's void can hope to be...
I'm going with the flow, but even so, there's no other choice on the table,
we have only one freedom... a freedom of will, any other is our fantasy...
perhaps this can be overcome, I am ready and willing... but still not able
wgs/5/16
or the stalking of that elusive concept... in which I potentially dwell,
encased in this space, with my ration of time... relatively speaking...
I must... occupy this place, betwixt someone else's heaven and hell
sometimes this reality still raises a brow, as it begs for recognition...
this tiny ripple... a day in the life, upon the path of least resistance,
the wondering, anytime, anywhere... professes an infinite condition...
but a mind doesn't seem to care, about the finer details of existence
and what is a mind, an elemental recipe... a mathematical expression...
or just a biological interface, between various realms of... being-ness,
if function followed form, this life could only be recorded impression...
but is anything freely born, or is it always... all about the awareness
was my consciousness obliged to come into being, or is it a volunteer...
am I not an incarnation, and have I not come from... whence I came,
now, in the passing through... of this reflection, but I shall persevere...
and to what end do I pursue, everything is here, it is one in the same
if it's a dream come true, a party in paradox... I'll pass on the purpose...
surly, something wonderful happens here... the odyssey isn't slowing,
I'll take the mission, or a hearse, to place my scratch upon the surface...
I'm only saying it's a hungry universe, but they say... it's still growing
if my presence here concerns you... there's no need to worry, I am you...
as the past holds the future in the present... as any stone is still a stone,
perfect strangers aren't we, as if we didn't know who we've bumped into...
when you is who you see, you see the only truth... that truth has known
it's a vicious circle, I know, but it's all that anyone's void can hope to be...
I'm going with the flow, but even so, there's no other choice on the table,
we have only one freedom... a freedom of will, any other is our fantasy...
perhaps this can be overcome, I am ready and willing... but still not able
wgs/5/16