12 September 2014

Three Hundred and Forty-Five


There is a tendency for youth to disrespect and ignore their parents,
As well as many elders who might share with them so much knowledge and wisdom.
Perhaps the payback will someday be that their children and other youth
Will behave towards them with the same inglorious disdain.

* * * *
Each and every child is ever born of Eden,
And only lose sight of the garden at the worldly beckoning
Of those upon which they must depend, of those they must trust to survive.

* * * *
To those who proselytize one dogma or another,
What can you really do but stay silent, or apprise them, politely or not,
That you already are That which they claim to serve,
And thank them just the same.

* * * *
Having one’s throat slit by a foe is to be expected,
But a sharp dagger slid between the ribs by kin, friend, or tribe,
Now, that is the darkest demography of betrayal,
The pale of which goes no further.

* * * *
You came into this mystery with nothing,
You will leave it with nothing,
And there has really been nothing more
Than imaginary notions in every moment between.

* * * *
If it is your calling to discern that which is god,
That which is within all great and small,
You must let go of everything.
Yes, everything.
The you
Born of thought
Must become so tranquil,
That you are the knowing awareness
That is boundless beyond all comprehension.

* * * *
You take some pain, you dish out some pain, impossible not to.
Existence is turbulent for all born into this dreamtime.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.