16 May 2014

One Hundred and Thirty-Two


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Another soul twisted and turned by the play of time and space, as are we all.
How we engage the given nature-nurture dreamtime
Is full of choiceless choices.

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You are in this particular form by the caprice of the genetic lottery,
By a random role of the dice in your mothers womb.
Nothing to get all pride-filled about.

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History has never once repeated itself.
It is patterns that play out over and over again
Across every time, every geography.

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Just because you were not raised in a castle
Need not contrive you any less noble
In your own heart and mind.

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You think, therefore you are.
You think, therefore it is.
How could it be any other way?

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What need for dogma in a free mind.

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The ever-changing is but a sensory dream.

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In its all but ceaseless, time-bound pursuit of security,
Imagination sows the seeds for every dread imaginable.

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Today’s resolutions are never guaranteed to be the morrow’s.

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What would your face look like if you had never seen its reflection?

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And what if that which so many call god is really equally good and evil?
Perhaps it is only the notion born of dualistic limitation that needs changing.