Spill forth your words upon the blank space
unravel your thoughts born of silence
transcend the conditioning of your life.
Seek the womb of imagination
for it is within that sacred place
the pulse of impulse drives our being.
The metronome of our heartbeat swinging
right to left to right keeping
our serenity in opposition to chaos.
Between this eternal flux lies our soul
disguised by our indifference while
we play the fool upon this human stage...
The seeker, the pilgrim, of dreams of change
forever unrelated to our core essence
we're led to distrust our very desires
We forfeit our gift from the mystery of life
for the unpalatable banquet set before us
leaving us with a hunger never fully satisfied
But the day may arrive in our search
when these material ghosts that haunt us
will vanish into the illusionary vapor of laughter
And we will finally come to understand
that life was made for the explorer in us
and in that exploration stillness will reveal truth
cecil
5/24/02
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