the mindful mental meanderings of a madman and his myopic muse

the mindful mental meanderings of a madman and his myopic muse

nefarious shadows dancing

omniscient possibilities prancing

enticing

beckoning

a reckoning

for the enhancing

when we come to in-brace

the embrace

of our in-finiteness

quite a nice mess

isn’t it

the Oil mixes not

with the Vinegar

but it’s good on a Salad

is this a valid solution

it is edible

ingestible

digestible perhaps ?

i see the light

but my feet are stuck

i am immobilized

upon the path

betwixt convictions

which i was fed

and the voices of the “Dead”

who speak through the fears

the tears

the years of illusion

that time is real

can you feel it too ?

is there any place to truly go

or are we already there

right where

we are supposed to be

can you see something

like that ?

an understanding

calls for an awakening of sorts

and our contorted reasoning

challenges truth

only to have to address

redress

this same journey

again

and again

countless times

i have lived through

this scene

and i have yet to see

what is to be seen

that brings the high meaning

that liberates all souls

from the bondage

of the ages

i espouse from some place within

some times my heart

some times mind

and the evocations

touches me and the great Soul

in a symbiosis

that is unimpeachable

and the awareness alone

is a gift of self reflection

devoid of the slippery aspects

this reality often presents

as an absoluteness

why don’t we sit for a moment

that’s all it takes

let us as Co-creators

conjure us an epiphany

so we can stop

arrest

this detestable

self effacing masturbatory

examinings

that brings unrest

to our sleeping psyches

let us do one thing with purpose

these are but

the mindful mental meanderings of a madman and his myopic muse

© 5 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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