18 June 2014

One Hundred and Ninety-Nine


With every birth from great to small, godness gets a new set of eyes,
A new reflection, a new paradigm, a new universe,
From which to witness creation.

* * * *
Unless you put aside everything you have been told
And examine the mystery for your Self,
You will likely just become
Another meme,
Smugly complacent
With false gold and delusion.

* * * *
It is not your awareness, my awareness,
Nor any other’s awareness.
It is simply awareness,
And we are all quite equally it.

* * * *
Across the world,
Babble, babble, babble,
Nothing but babble.

* * * *
Why have any concern
Over mean-spirited pinpricks
Of those who are unwilling or unable
To tether their hostile tongues?

* * * *
No one can do or know it all.
All anyone can do
Is inhale a statistical sample,
With which they may or may not be content.

* * * *
The seers, the mystics, the prophets, the philosophers,
Have always dealt out their many thoughts
Strategically, tactically,
Shifting, shaping consciousness,
Molding it into something more manageable
Within the context of the given time, the given space,
The given collective, the given mythology, and its given potential.