31 May 2014

One Hundred and Sixty-Eight


Likely more than a few think they are the shit while they are young,
But live long enough and you will sooner or later realize
How insignificant and invisible you truly are.

* * * *
It is the dust of stars and shit of dinosaurs that has allowed you
The vision and insight to consciously bear witness
To this infinite mystery of a universe,
A creation entirely born
Of your own imaginary design.

* * * *
And tomorrow morning,
You will likely once again wake up
Quickly occupied with all the delusion and muddle
You had managed to put into order
Just a few hours before.

* * * *
A still mind is a translucent mind.

* * * *
In your mind, all creation.
You are the one.
As are all.

* * * *
Heed your call.

* * * *
Doubt until truth
Becomes so Self-evident
That all doubt dissolves into you.

* * * *
Discern Mother Gaia
Within the home eternity built
And carry her within, carry her without,
Each and every moment of your brief mortal play.

* * * *
Winning arguments with your Self more often than not depends
How many voices are struggling, perhaps even raging for supremacy.