but the letting go

but the letting go

the perdulous children

were in need of a place

to rest their weary souls

the journey

from here to eternity

has been an arduous trek

and they have yet to arrive

in the “Now”

sunshine avoided their way

like a plague

for they have been ostracized

from the realm of men’s’ acceptance

for they dressed their countenance

with a different light

there was no aguish borne

that could embrace their convictions

they counted all things joy

and joy it was

for lessons

were littered every where

and they were the students

who have come to impart

to those who would listen

a means to pierce Illusion’s veil

the dichotomous aspects of existence

they knew all too well

for without Joy

what purpose would pain serve

it is through pain

that seeds may shed their hull

sprout

crest the furrow

blossom

and hopefully

some day bear

a fulfilling edible fruitful delicacy

that liberates man

from his self induced bondage

that which we all secretly vie for

have died for

so many times

over and over again

these children were the emissaries

of something beyond the absorption

of our reason

so we rejected the possibilities

that we not be disturbed

we would rather

be perturbed with them

for the shaking of the bridge

that connects us to something

beyond the grandness

of this mess

we have and choose

to endure

yet the door remains ajar

for in truth

it can not be closed

and the light remains vigilant

though we do not the same

there are names

etched upon the walls of our souls

that have not been spoken

since that Christed One

“parabalized” in code the wonder

that liberated us from the anchors

which keep us submerged

in the Sea of forgetfulness

as we slowly drown

we claim we want to swim

and thus fly

remembering such things

as wings

we once adorned

so many aeons ago

can you feel the wisping ghosts

who whisper in your ear

telling through your verse

that they still live

to but liberate you

from your self enslavement

i do

the Flowers and Butterflies

are but deliberate metaphors

that are strategically placed

in your journey

as are smiles

they are placed to perhaps

provide a spark

that may ignite

that torch you carry

inscribed with a

“woe is me” credo

you have ascribed to

without question

but what is the question

you would pose to God ?

another “Why”

and i ask why

why do we ask of things

for which we are the answer

the power

to alter

the way we should go

let us not falter

any longer

let us remember

that we are the children

of the Source Prime

and that which has abandoned us

was never really worth having

and if we are the children

who have been cast away

from a formed  world

of a dumbed down

numbed down

dense expression of life

we should as James did speak

count it all joy

for there is nothing for us to deploy here

but the letting go

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

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