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| "Washed in Light," photograph by David Noah |
September 27, 2013
Forged
from Light
and
Will to Be
condensing
bits
of
information
Spare
abstractions
bare
equations birthed
in
time to earthen bodies
word
and dust
Made
humankind
where
thoughts careen
through
three pound prisons
fired
by feelings
Primal
scream
to
tribal voodoo,
nursery
rhyme
to
alleluia.
A
thousand tongues sing broken
rhyme,
ten thousand voices vie
for
time in neural networks
born
to die, yet something watches
Deep
inside
freedom
is a mirrored maze
with
no path back
and
branches split forever forward
Built
atop the tangled byways
burrowed
deep within the psyche
trapped
by musty cells inside
the
catacombs of joy and tears.
But
out beyond all self reflection
past
the chain of explanation
unconstrained
by mere causation
life
abundant whispers, dear
You are your light body
the
woken one
serene
as Siddhartha
sharing
his smile
The
soul of Yeshua
encircled
by sinners
with
stones in hand
and
softening hearts.
Yours
is the earth of Adam
the
wind of Lao Tzu
the
fire of Elijah, yours
the
still waters.
Let
go the deathly grip on grace
and
loose the light body –
your
own true face awaits
the
joining.
Morning, Bob,
ReplyDeleteNow this is one to contemplate. Very interesting. I believe the only true freedom we have is in our minds, to pursue our thoughts as we wish. And those who give up the will to think for themselves become prisoners to the thoughts of others. This may be what you were pointing out, or maybe not. Either way, it was a good mental exercise over a great cup of Jan's coffee!
Bob, the resolution of the real and the ideal is always the human question -- it may be enough that we try to be good, or at least enough so that most of us can slide into paradise. A wonderful poem, and I enjoy the positive energy that your poems express. We all need more of that these days!
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