Just If
- justwalt
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Just If
just if
if only eyes could see-
into the moments nearest our emptiness of heart,
beyond the questionable lines drawn in by the sightless,
to the goal of our gifted, whispering dawn...
if just once, a mind could ever reveal-
the secrets in holding, bound forever to impart,
but purged by darkness, intangled and deaf
to loves' foregone ascent to our current design...
if apprehension could not stand its way-
and callously deface the fabrics of the art
or blatantly accuse what it cannot deny,
holding the lie in place to the lost and withdrawn...
if time were not a wave ridden in our lust-
washing clean the beaches of our intended beauty
and drowning the true dream of our being in
the depths, ever stealing away our vision...
and if, just if, one would dare against care-
to enter into a hope of finding this place between
the corners of our soul, to cut away the threads that
weave the confines of our weakness in mind...
if we haven't chosen to retard our own evolving-
to what form would we discover ourselves occupying
in the ageless generations of our dimentional spirit,
in how many realms would our love find embracement...
it would be just, to erase the essence, of the word if-
when the broken shards of thought finally let through
our shinning selves, giving each one to the other
the acknowledgement of our birthed investment...
until there is a communion within our truth-
shall we be always afflicted with emotional debt,
infected with a virus that only services our boast,
belittling our existance and our right to be...
wgs
2/16/09
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many is a word
if only eyes could see-
into the moments nearest our emptiness of heart,
beyond the questionable lines drawn in by the sightless,
to the goal of our gifted, whispering dawn...
if just once, a mind could ever reveal-
the secrets in holding, bound forever to impart,
but purged by darkness, intangled and deaf
to loves' foregone ascent to our current design...
if apprehension could not stand its way-
and callously deface the fabrics of the art
or blatantly accuse what it cannot deny,
holding the lie in place to the lost and withdrawn...
if time were not a wave ridden in our lust-
washing clean the beaches of our intended beauty
and drowning the true dream of our being in
the depths, ever stealing away our vision...
and if, just if, one would dare against care-
to enter into a hope of finding this place between
the corners of our soul, to cut away the threads that
weave the confines of our weakness in mind...
if we haven't chosen to retard our own evolving-
to what form would we discover ourselves occupying
in the ageless generations of our dimentional spirit,
in how many realms would our love find embracement...
it would be just, to erase the essence, of the word if-
when the broken shards of thought finally let through
our shinning selves, giving each one to the other
the acknowledgement of our birthed investment...
until there is a communion within our truth-
shall we be always afflicted with emotional debt,
infected with a virus that only services our boast,
belittling our existance and our right to be...
wgs
2/16/09
____________
many is a word
Reminds me of Joe Campbell in some ways. Yes, a deeper "plane" of collective consciousness that we may "drop into" at times, and the brain as a sort of limiting window. And a timeless dimension that transcends physical conceptions of time.
Of course, the last time I mentioned Joe Campbell around here, he was called a New Age whacko or something, so go figure! Ha.
Of course, the last time I mentioned Joe Campbell around here, he was called a New Age whacko or something, so go figure! Ha.
- hester_prynne
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Yeah wow, there is alot here to feast upon Walt, makes me wonder how gone am I...? The first read I was like, wha??? the second read I was like, hmmmmm, interesting, the third read I was like oh yes, could this ever happen??? and now, well, it's something to continue striving for and not be embarassed about when the naysayers try to strangle me with their contempts.
Impressive.
Deep.
Regenerative rite.
H
Impressive.
Deep.
Regenerative rite.
H

"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW
- justwalt
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it's a sad bit of news, HP, of how the humans
seem to believe that they're only human...
relying on what was taught to their mind and
blindly assuming we've reached some sort of
high place, when in truth, we should just be
smacked for lagging lightyears behind where
our beings could be, given the power we hold.
seem to believe that they're only human...
relying on what was taught to their mind and
blindly assuming we've reached some sort of
high place, when in truth, we should just be
smacked for lagging lightyears behind where
our beings could be, given the power we hold.
many is a word
walt...this is one deep sucker of a poem. i wish everyone could understand its weight (not saying anybody here doesn't...just...so many won't get it until they "get it"). i wonder if we were to wipe the earth clean of religion...no memory. if we would evolve faster into what we were meant to be, or if we'd fall into the same holes again and do it all the same...
nazz..."new age" is just another lable/box
nazz..."new age" is just another lable/box
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