on such things

on such things

tonight i sit and reflect

on such things

as meanings

and how my life

your life

our lives

seek to validate themselves

by way of what

we identify with

and believe in

and it is those very things

that separate us

and keeps us

corralled

fenced in

to our little yards

of existence

of consciousness

we formulate perspectives

or adopt them from others

and we claim them as our credos

as we go about our daily trod

exacerbating our illusory duties

rite – filled

and

rote – filled

perspective

a funny and odd conundrum

did we ever realize or surmise

that our eyes

are all focused

on the same thing

wanting the same things

believing the same things

wishing for the same things

living for the same things

crying for the same things

vying for the same things

lying for the same things

dying for the same things

you know

those same things

that confirm our worthiness

and esteem

and for that

fleeting moment

in our brief visit

upon this finite plane

while hanging on the fringes

of the wisping fabric of truth

where we have not yet awakened

and yet to acknowledge the forsakenness

of our divinity

we are deludedly validated

and Eternal awaits our coming

that it too

like me

like you

may be fulfilled

and all the blood and tears

we have spilled

through the years

and all our prayers

and our fears

will not bring us any closer

to embracing that horizon

which looms enticingly

in our untethered dreams

it seems to me personally

that this quandary

or mystery

will become history

when we step outside

the box

in this finite cycle of time

and as i sit and ponder

i must conclude

that the rectitude

i seek

is not found in circumspection

nor deflection

as i embrace my erection

of this phallic tower

of egocentric self righteousness

that circumvents

the acceptance

of what is

yea,

the answers elude me

as i delude the me of me

in my attempts to conclude me

with certainty

in one finality

of this self created epiphany

while embracing my impotence

so being stuck

in the quizzical land of the lost

minds tossed

embossed with doctrine

i lay down my dead

upon the dream saturated pillow

on my bed

that is cloaked

with the dry tears

of another day spent

perhaps frivolously

and the noble aspirations

i held in the beginning

of this eternal day

tires of the reflections

of self upon the faces

of us all

and i am reminded

that hopes and dreams

are not all that bad

for if that is all we have

or ever had

it is better than nothing

and that is

what i always come up with

when i sit and reflect

on such things

(c) 22 October 2011