Can you feel me ?

Can you feel me

pain and suffering

despair and anguish

is but a finite space in time

and i shall pass through it

the portal to pierce it is mine

and i always knew it

i speak the language of the unknown

where untethered ancient souls have gone

and they lend me their ears

and give unto me the guidance i seek

through this unconscious wilderness

the test of all souls

is not to ascend

but that of being clear

that we may peer

in to the void

where chaos is spawned

where the dawn of every sun resides

awaken my child are the whispers

spoken through smiles

and flowers

which adorn the sides of the road we travel

towers built in deliberation and plot

will never alot an understanding

for the bounty of the heavens

is not in visions without

but within

where tongues babble,

there is wisdom in between every utterance

every word spoken

for this is where

the eeriness of silence lives

broken pieces of dreams

litter our cerebrality

and dance in the fields

we gather them

plant their seeds

hoping for a yield

whose sweet fruits

will allow us to forget

that which we have come for

our Cosmic errand

yet, secretly we vie for that portal

in the harvest

when we sit and break bread with the divine

where we un-corral our essence

but the door is hidden

in the riddle of the middle road

. . . ask Buddha . . .

i too drink the wine

and pretend it to be that sacred elixir

which once dripped from the lips

of my beloved

whom is reflected in mine own countenance

in life’s mirror,

but fear clouds my discernment

that i am “he”

and in the firmament of thought

i find no basis,

just another oasis

in the sands

of this seemingly endless desert

where the Gods and Angels

trod nor tread

or visit upon

with any certain frequency

yet somehow

something

assures me

that this is but a journey

this same energy

entity

implores me

to endure . . . hold on

until this broadcast of errancy

is gone

and i feel the ”Fault”

in the program widen

broaden and grow

as the sequence of what once was sacred

bleeds it’s antiquated

exaggerated lies

through the hearts of men

virgins

and children

as it is seeking

and vying

for it’s own cleansing and purification

and doctrines and dogma

and rote and rite

are being discarded

for they fail “Scrutiny’s” litmus test

yet the quest continues

as new venues are offered

to attract

and distract

the earnest ones

as we blindly deify falseness

and things that pass on

into the land of the forgotten

but me, you, we

i ask that this task

we engage

be re-explained

for whether it be

illusion or delusion

makes not much difference

for the pain in this moment

is like unto an eternity

when you are immersed in it

like in quicksand while sinking

we die a million times

and face it

as we are hopefully resurrected

in those fleeting visions

of extrication

liberation

salvation

and whether it be an hour

a day

a year

a lifetime

a moment or a minute

we are neck deep in it

can you feel me ?

(c) 26 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.