what kind of Tea are you brewing ?

what kind of Tea are you brewing ?

paralyzed by the fear of change

we see and we find

a certain solace

in our misery

and listless esteem

our dreams become impotent

yet we do so anyway

that we may evade

being ostracized by our peers

our moments become days

days transmute to months to years

and the abyss of our ineffective character

floods with our disdain

and our tears

we build elaborate Castles

at the edge of our Seas of Logic

praying that the inevitable tides

of this unreasonable reason

will somehow not show it’s truth,

but the Sun still kisses the Moon

doesn’t it ?

the light that it shares

is its love

and it does so

that it may thus give it unto us

the lost children

who are meandering through this wilderness

we love so falsely

while grasping for

and clasping to illusions

we see the Light

but we walk not the Silvery Path

we hear the Music

yet we will not dance

we smell the sweetness

wafting through the air

of our Soul’s potential

and we hunger yet greatly

but we will not sit and dine

for we are not willing to pay the price

of letting go

of our “comfortable” convenient delusions

Oh Child, do you not see

the Petals of the Holy Flower

opens to welcome you

into its sweet embrace

for your Soul is like that of the Lotus

and you are La Famiglia

fear not the Sun

fear not thou greater Self

for your Regality

requires your presence

upon the Throne,

a place where fear may not enter

this Holy Altar of thine

resides in thy center,

that disconnected

circumspective Self

that always knew

the path you walked

was suspect and defective

we at times cast shadows

for no reason

when we should be sharing our light

without the whispering

of vilifying incantations

to the night

which only validates unseen quantities

and secrets which exact their power over us

while vying to be discovered

and uncovered

like that Candle under that Bushel

who can see

can you ?

the views are jaded and kaleidoscopic

and we turn this way

and that

hoping to extricate

and exact

some clarity here

based upon something verifiable

an actual factual expression

beyond this fractal universe

of our own thoughts and construct

yet we are tersely constipated

for we have waited

for our salvation to come from without

when all the answers

to all the questions

resides within

locked in those prisons of illusion

we have termed

the unforgivable Sin

and should we begin again

this same journey

would anything change

if our thoughts do not ?

what kind of Tea are you brewing ?

© 19 December 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

www.iamjustbill.com

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