of knowing . . .

of knowing

he turned the Earth upside down

that he may peer under the skirt of reality

he  desired to look directly into the womb of the Mother

that he could discover

what was being birthed

upon this Earth

he knew that she was in travail

agitated

as she regurgitated

all the ill spoils of her Children

they deposited in her bowels in their errant

unconscious

indifferent musings

of advancement

and progress

as they regressed

into the realm of darkness

and Mother was still smiling

in spite of her

displeasure

for she knew Her treasure

was still yet undiscovered

in this time

this age

and as the Sages all foretold

it is not the Bold

who shall conquer their self

but those who are the meek

and have the knowingness to seek

the truth of self

in silence

by listening

and paying attention

without contention

to Nature’s whispering voices

for the choices of man

can not stand

disconnected

like the House of cards

built upon the foundations of sand

it shall fall

and waver

with the winds

that blow without cease

disturbing the peace

of their sleep

and in the bosom of Mother

i can hear her weep for us

betwixt her smiles of understanding

and tolerance

for she has been here many times before

imploring us but to observe

the servings of time

be offered unto us

hoping that we will trust

in eternity’s absoluteness

and pass beyond this finite test

and start glowing

and start flowing

with the River

to the Ocean

of knowing

© 21 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.