and that’s quite OK . . . isn’t it ?

and that’s quite OK . . . isn’t it ?

with a bushel of thoughtful contemplations

i approach the line of transition

where a new awakening awaits

to embrace my questions

i have yet to formulate

in this temple of my bare naked heart

i am that sacrificial lamb

i lay upon the altar of stone

waiting for an uncertain absolution

i have left many a footprints

in the Garden where life is spawned

i have trampled through the flower beds

laying waste

with my frolicking, carefree

unconscious behavior

there have been weeds i have uprooted

and many i have ignored

for they seemed to possess

and enchanting charm

that mesmerized my discernment

so i did not act

i have eaten some fruit

before it’s time,

some over-ripened,

and i have stuffed my belly

with delectable edibles

for which i did not toil

life seemed so good

during those calloused times

there were many days

where i sought the shadows

to evade the light of the Son

for it was too demanding of me

and i lived with it

in spite of my inward trepidations

and turmoil

i was inebriated by my own temporal delusions

and these are but a few

of my circumspections which continually haunt me

as i cry within these shallow halls

of my convictions

which are now needed

for a verifiable reconciliation

am i worthy ?

am i worthy ?

this is a question i have pondered many a time

over the duration of this “life journey”

sometimes i was quixotically blinded

by my over inflated zealousness

and my secret aspirations

filled with pompous hot air . . .

boy was i full of my self

i knew at some level

some entity greater than i

has an enviable tolerance for my felicities

and this is a gross enigmatic examination

but it will do for now,

for i do not wish to bathe

in my pity-filled tears

for it serves no satiable end

nor does it draw me closer

to that which may appear

that i am seeking

in my unchartered meanderings

but i can live with that also

i have !

at another level

i believe

all things are open for questions

and are some times warranted

such as

what is truly valid

and i ask

who shall address my queries

with a retort that is filling

this does seem to be

a never ending journey

doesn’t it

and in the mean time

perhaps that which is divine

provides an overseeing grace

for our Cosmic Puberty

which is why we feel insulated from the “Ultimates”

for we have yet to truly

let go . . .

so we tie more knots in the ropes

that binds us to systemic confusions

while we are infused

with more dichotomous dilemmas

that continually multiply

like overtly fertile Rabbits zoned out on Ecstasy

they never attended the class

BC 101

that’s Birth Control if you did not know

so we seek an emancipation

from our proclivities to copulate

and obey

that Abrahamic rooted Commandment

we are far too eager to practice

let us eat some fruit from the Tree

and multiply

and we shall spawn new dawns

in new dimensions

where these myopic curiosities

remain untethered to a

certifiable, undeniable reasonableness

that we can ingest

and the digest of it all is

that in the end of all ends

all things are cyclic

and thus this is the self contradicting painting

hung upon the walls of our holographic Souls

and at some place

in the realms of our acquiescence

we have to laugh at our selves

don’t we

and that is quite OK . . .isn’t it ?

© 25 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

www.innerchildpress.com

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