to be so

to be so

i stand here

i am the infinite expressing it’s self

that mortal man

may understand

the horizon of all men’s dreams

lay as waste

at my feet

and they tickle my toes

and imaginations are borne

in variegated dimensions

with variegated colors

and variegated tones

i am the stillness

i am the silence

i am Soul

that marches ever forward

in the illusion

that movement exists

in this void

i am chaos

and i am order

i am as duplicitous

as i choose

or i am singular

in my expressions

dreams are but the conjurings

of an untethered mind

and that is the gift

of all gifts

that you may be entertained

with your own awareness

infinity is but a word

that speaks to

a field of wonder

that has no end

grow flowers if you must

or grow weeds

if you please

for you please your self

as you elect to

in your praelective ways

we, the “i”

are the prefects

of the perfect

if that is the way you

select to see it

the world is but

a cooperative experience

you have chosen

to share

in your group therapy session

where you are learning

the values of confession

of your truth

to your self expression

embrace what you will

for it is yours to will

or to Babel

Towers are awaiting to be built

will you find the Rock

for the foundation

that your efforts

not be in vain ?

and i ask

what was it

or who was it

that Cain slew

if you truly knew

you would say

it was not Abel who was slain

but the promise

of what could have been

had we taken

the other road

and drank from the other cup

and held to

the thought

we were all too willing

to let go

for the lore

that never was

for it never was

save in thy own

quixotic theaters

where wonder and reality

coexist

as possibilities

of what may be

if we but just deem it

to be so

© 17 May 2013 : william s. peters, sr.