will that do for you ?

will that do for you ?

i bowed

in the deepest of reverence

for i had an offering

within my hands

there was my heart

and i offered it to life

that i may fully live

i knew naught of anything else

save Trust

for God was seen

in all things

within

and without

i felt the Presence of the Greater

in my thoughts

my intent

my deeds

my wishes and visions too

which is why

i have always sown seeds like this

to touch needs like this

in myself

and possibly you too

i remember,

do you . . .

when we did not carry heavy things

upon our shoulders of reason

but somehow

we reasoned that “Gift of Conviction” away

while trying to adapt

and please others

many times i asked myself

why do i bother

and i realized

i was afraid of the loneliness

of walking my own path

with no crowd cheering

no naysayers jeering

validating my rights

to rebuke them

as i refuted my own glory

of being

can you see

where i am going with this ?

i remember when life Kissed me

. . . often

daily

and i kissed her in return

her very breath was my lover

and she reminded me

of our bond of joy

with every heartbeat

take a seat here son

i have a story to tell

one for the ages

one that all the Sages speak of

about the Love

you see

a long time ago

more than we now know

there was this place

that was not a place at all

until the call came

in the name of you

the name of me

and we

shall call Him, She, It Father

or whatever you wish or rather

for the words, they really do not matter

but they “DO”

yes words “DO”!

He spoke those words

“Let It Be”

famous now

and somehow

life began

Man will never quite understand

or will he

the Power of the Word that “BE”

can you see

what i am saying here

and from that point on

there was not only the Dark

but the Dawn

that we,

would have something to live for

vie for

as we look for

that door

to our liberation

from our own ghosts,

our exacerbation

from the deliberations

we hold as truths in our reason

season in . . . season out

and through each day of our lives

the Sun does rise

we still bring doubts to the table

feeding the lame and the able alike

while disabling

becoming the less

than valiant dreams

within and without

it is our own very psyche

that deludes us

as we have lost our trust

in the greater of things

we once knew so intimately

so we invented Faith

that we may believe

in that which we conceive

oh the woe in that statement

we are told

and reminded that

if we believe we can achieve

such things

we use to just speak of and see

as we watched them actualize

before our eyes

before the advent of time

did arise

to interrupt our flow

of what we once took for granted

“The Know”

i ask you

did you know that . .

You are God manifest ?

That is the test of all souls

to come to realize

that the stories you are told

are just that “Stories”

Fables and Lies

whether White or Black

they are all cute diversionary synonyms

to keep you separated from Him

or Her

or It

shit

awake

for goodness sake

awake my child

well, back to the Garden

where the fruit is sweet

and you are complete

in the knowing

that you are the Wind

the Moon

the Stars . .

you are the Near, and the Far

the seen embraced

in what is not readily faced

dare i impugn

that you are all things

that’s a twist on logic

for you “Are”

but simply listen to this

you are

God Manifest

and Ordained

it’s plain you see

if you choose to

simply Be

let me take task here

and simply ask you dear

If that which is “Perfect” created a thing . . .

what is that thing ? . . .

can it be any less ?

Let us stop all this confessing

to unknown Sins

we are born in

again and again

and gather the lesson

and get off this deluded Merry Go Round

where all are Dizzy

and busy

creating Haunted Houses and rides

for you to be induced to abide

and be absently happy

with the doled out Candies

Cottony and soft

dreams aloft

with our commitments to truth

aloft as well

while we scoff and tell

more nursery rhymes

to the children

the Son does go down

at this Circus

where all the Clowns

with Scary, Silly faces of surreal Truths

continue the venue

of make believe

and we are entertained

and we remember our pain

don’t we

yes . . . let us “Make Believe”

that we are free

to be what we wish to be

Happy dammit

will that do for you ?

© 20 February 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.