a day in the life of consciousness

a day in the life of consciousness

i have tasted the meal

offered to me in purgatory

i have traipsed down the pathways of my life

with Demons and Angels alike

i have created rainbows and darkness,

storms and sunshine

according to the will of mine own

i have sown seeds of goodness

in gardens wherever i went

i have also stepped on flowers

and pissed upon Temple walls

and the calls of my soul still prevail

yes the answers evade the world of

small conscious men

such as i

there were times i rebelled

and refused to raise my sails

to catch that good wind

and that is my only sin

each time i turned my back

on self

on that which was  greater

than my small “i”

where my ego lies . . . in lies

i have jaundiced mine own eye

deliberately

by seeking the way

of the wayward

calling it fun

i have walked away from the Sun

for the light bothered me

and beckoned me to be accountable

when i just wished to be lazy

and party on instead

of letting that guilt in my head

i have endured over the years

the tears

the fears

and the queer little men

who whispered in my ears

there were

many foibles

stumbles & bungles

and out-right fuck ups

and i am no longer surprised

that i am still standing

for i have affirmed with a certainty

that there is

something that exists in me

that is greater than this world

shit . . . i made it this far

not of my own accord

and i held on to no chord

in my discordant ways

all these days

this body ushers forth it’s troubles

in the form of new sensations

aches, pains and questions

every day.

the challenges become numerous

but never overwhelming

for i choose to rise to greet them

face them

displace them

from my joy and gratitude

but sometimes my attitude

is just fucked up

truly

i am not saying that i can not be defeated

but it is unlikely for sure

for within me is a door

i always run to

that opens upon my command

if i can ever remember the words

when i enter that sacred place

that room

where doom does not exist

i exchange my burdens

and i am given

another lesson plan

that is up to me to study

and learn

as i discern

the difference

betwixt that

which is of this temporal illusory experience

and eternal truth

i wrote this poem on day back

titled . . .

“a poem about Everything”

simple it is

and here it is . . .

“everything is”

i probably could expound

and expand on it a bit,

but it is enough

don’t you think ?

this is a discourse

a meandering through

the inner of me

that child of me

who now stands to embrace me

regardless of me

and who me may think me is

this is  . . .

so i quit wondering and wandering

and maneuvering through

the manure

and plant more seeds of hope

and this is . . .  but . . .

a day in the life of consciousness

is it January yet ?

© 23 December 2013 : william s. peters, sr.