Category: Poetry (Page 33 of 36)

Alone on a tiny spec in the middle of a vast unending sea,
A spec on that spec am I,
Complete in my arrogance of all that’s me,
Unaware of the smallness of the spec on a spec
No one notices as I slowly pass by.

Unyielding in my sureness that I am all that is,
Surely standing firm that I am master of all I see,
I reach out to that which I cannot see,
As I need to master it as well,
And end the fear of that which I know not.

But behold that surely that which I know,
I do not have an inkling of,
I know little of the spec that holds me,
I know nothing of the sea that guides me,
Yet I stand firm that I know it all.

Within me is a rage, inbred fear that I am all too small,
And a fantasy that somehow I am all too big,
I make that which I know not into me,
And me into that of which I know nothing,
Yet remain sure that there is little I can be taught.

I invest my time in that which can end all of me,
And ignore that which can truly make all of me,
I turn my beautiful spec into a wasteland of sorts,
And in the spec’s reply I blame it for my transgressions,
I am not to blame as I find a way to end my own existence.

The Kingdom of Being is in the midst of us all,
Yet I cannot see it, I cannot fathom what it is I can’t see,
But I will tell you I own it, it is mine and you must join to enter the realm,
That which I own I cause to destroy all that I do not,
I choose to see only that which I can control and call my own.

I refuse to see that which bind this spec to the sea,
I refuse to see that which binds me to this spec,
And the sea to me, and me to that which owns the sea,
Yet somehow I own those things, those things are me,
In ego’s mastery I am all that needs to be.

I am Man, king of all that is, king of all that was
King of all that will be as surely as I own this tiny little spec of nothingness.
I am Man, and in the instant I was born is the instant I shall die,
For that which cannot see beyond itself will surely end.

Take heed, that famine, earthquake, fire and flood
Shall not be the end of you,
But the end of all you know.
For these are but the beginning of sorrows,
The ends shall be meted out as your response,
For if you starve without understanding the cause of your hunger,
You will never eat again.
If you shake without understanding the nature of the quake,
You will be crushed under the weight of your own pestilence.
If you burn without understanding the cause of the flame of consumption,
You shall certainly never rise from the ashes to see the light of day.
And if you succumb to the waters that surround you too deep to stand,
You shall certainly drown in sorrows caused by your own unconsciousness.

Nay, I say to you, rejoice in the suffering at hand!
Do not succumb nor be ignorant of these things you must endure.
Those things you needed the most were but the cause of the beginning of your sorrows,
And in the destruction of need you will find the beginning of life eternal.
For the pangs of hunger remove the dependence you have on all that cannot sustain you,
And will cause you to forgo all that is not necessary in your true purpose.
The shaking of all that is will rid you of the weakness in your foundation,
And out of the dust shall come a grounding in the way things are to be.
The burning of all the things of form you think you are shall teach you if nothing else,
That you never needed them to begin with, that they were if nothing but a distraction.
And as the waters recede take notice of the new life around you if even for the very first time,
Understand that the moment your feet touch solid ground, that is the moment of your life,
Life eternal, not lost in the way things are, but in the way they were intended to be.

Rejoice in these lessons learned, and in the power of such Intention.
Find happiness that those things starved, shaken, burned and washed away are not indelible,
And as such that by having no need for those things long since destroyed,
You are, in fact, alive eternal in this moment as in no other,
Alive eternal for the very first time, and as a child new to air embraces each breath,
You shall embrace each moment as if it is the only you shall live.
Ah, to rejoice in such is to never feel sorrow again, an end to such suffering
Is to never see suffering again, to truly feel as such
Is to feel Alive Eternal.

Passionless…
It seems as if even a sunrise could lose it’s luster over time,
That is if the sunrise ever had luster for you,
You see it as just another thing in life,
If you ever see it at all.

Passionless…
I walk into the room and nothing is the only thing that happens,
As if I had vanished into the abyss,
As if I existed as only a figment of my imagination,
If I had ever existed at all.

Passionless…
That is unless I strike the cord of an angry instrument,
To sing the song that dampens the best of times,
To harmonize that which is never really harmony at all,
We keep what is nothing as something and treat something as nothing.

Passionless…
To leave that alone which need be shared,
To leave that which should be alone tied to the whipping post,
We bait and switch and switch to bait,
To create that passion from where none should be.

Is the anger I hate in others
The part of me I hate about myself?
The reflection of years of agony
Found in the depths of the time and space of memory?

I must end the noise,
Relish in the stillness of all that is,
Bask in the glow of Eternal Love,
The Love that unites all things to all things.

Is the mistrust I have of others
The part of me I mistrust about myself?
Do I doubt the ground on which I walk
Because of the tremors of doubt I feel in me?

To have such faith
That all is as it should be is a great gift unto itself,
Even if all is not how I wish,
To let go of the wish – that is life eternal.

Is the pain I inflict on others
The part of me that begs to hurt?
Do the daggers in each hand I carry,
Only look to cut those parts of me I wish to throw away?

To release – to let go,
To feel the sting of love
As it soothes and cleans those wounds bound by time and dignity,
That is the best of all I am.

Is the wish to conquer others,
The part of me I seek to defeat in myself?
The part that begs to end
The essence of pain, of the eternal search for more?

Victory is not in who wins,
But in who loses because he NEED NOT play the game?
In knowing the difference
He has set himself free from both.

Is the part of nature I cannot stand
The part I miss the most?
What part of us seeks to divide
The spirit of all from that which is?

It is in missing those things,
The nature of all that seems to irritate that which we find within ourselves,
For it is not the comfort that we seek that sustains,
But the understanding of all that gives us life.

I cry, not tears of anguish
not tears of joy,
just tears of wishing i had not wasted any of this life,
tears of hope to live this life anew.

Time has wasted me,
And i have wasted time,
In this the partnership has remained fulfilled in displeasure’s harmony
Despite the joys that time has given me.

I cannot look beyond this moment’s grace,
Rather to live some life in forever,
I will love this moment without pause,
And pause not one moment but to love beyond myself.

I will feel you, I will feel all,
I will cherish the feeling in this forevers moment,
For it brings me more than any future could
And in that I could never ask for any more.

Know that i love you,
This Day,
More than i have loved anything,
Or anyone at any time.

For what am i without this love,
But a haggard, tired soul?
Weary of all that is and all that is not,
Hardened beyond that of the strongest stone.

Take heed that i need you,
This Day,
More than i have needed anything,
Or anyone at any time.

For what am i without this need
But a haggard, tired soul?
Searching for that which time and humanness does not allow
And wishing i was but from wench i came.

Know that i hold you,
This Day.
In my heart as i have held no other,
At no time at no place.

For as certain as the sun has risen
Above the clouds this morn,
i am yours for eternity, until the dawn of that last day,
I am yours – This Day.