gravity
it was the Darkest of times
it was the Lightest of times
and our consciousness’ danced
teasingly upon the precipice
of our reason
convolution’s river ran deeply
attempting to induce the Soul
to follow its discordant way
our inner child tolerated
our attempts to drown the voice
that spoke to us incessantly
about Ego’s displaced allegiance
and in appeasance
trying desperately to please
all aspects of our projected self
we would pray
meditate
and examine
the famine that prevailed within
for we refused to eat
the meat
truth served
though we sit at the tables
of it’s offerings
we scoff
often
while suffering the delusions
of such lofty ideals
we are not willing to work for
sacrifice for
and we blame it
on the unseen circumstance
we have effectuated
to abate the guilt
doubts
and fears
we create
while walking forward backwards
never to see
if our course is attuned
and sooner or later
we will realize
the errancy of
the spending of
our Spiritual currency
for things that do not satisfy
nor fulfill the quest
and we say we have given our best
and when we final misstep
in our dance
on the precipice of our realization
we will with all due realization
realize
and our eyes
will be opened
as we are grounded
hard
when the gravity of life
expresses it’s own purpose
gravity
© 28 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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