One life's proof that it exists
basks purely in the thoughts
that breath and love and happiness
evolve from the realizations
that an individual truly and completely 'understands'
that the perceptual universe of one's mind
is more vast than even the proven depths of all time
that within the cosmos of the one true heart
rests the resource which enshrouds the ends of life…
within this 'understanding' lays
the truth for all who seek
this awe, this light, this shining beacon
brightly glowing through each night
an eternal flame of loving breath
without the bind of living's mystery
it can be seen by those in dream
who retain their childhood's sight...
thus spoken so by one who knows
of the truth hidden in the all of this
this dream, of mind alone in thought
mired in life's grief’s, and not in wonderment...
in the purity of this supreme of gifts
thoughts thus tune one's supernal mind
through the vibrant sequence of this living fire
wound around the eye which sleeps
deep inside the dreaming of time's portend...
to awaken from living's dreaming time
alone and darkened by a lifetime's reality
exposes innocence as that dirty fantasy
embroiled in self want and adverse thoughts
ignorant to self happiness and love's wide community
void of that inner smile of youth
and full of wanton vanity and self conceit
unable to fully reach out and touch
the offerings of complete friendship and peace…
why then suffer through this sleep
and wallow in the dreaming of that kind world
where life is just and living harmony
with each and every life and loving soul
in tune and in touch and in word
and in mind aware and polite
and responsive to the better parts
of community and of heart and soul...
'understanding', is then this sought for key
within the mindset of each and every being
who trusts the truth in the wish
of holding this in one's hand
to reach out and enter it into that lock and turn
and have it open wide the truth
that each of US are innocent at birth...
so with this worldly birth so comes
the mar of unseemliness and scorn
exhibited by the very best of US
against the lives and loves
and relationships gifted into our life
by universal providence and more…
to each and everyone of birth
so blessed upon this earth
this curse, the scourge, this hate
that suffers each to mourn and broil
in personal realizations borne within
the very essence of our lowly consciousness…
of how desperate we have become
upon this day and time
how to awake and arise above
this fuming and maddening mist
self questioning the purpose
of one’s thoughts and gist
at each and every solemn trial
which affronts one’s daily path
coming down upon the soul
to break down trust and happiness…
why must each experience
the very worst of life this way
breath without the soothe of love
and like twisted by the fray
of wantonness and callousness
and abrasiveness all on parade
this mob, this mentality, this anguish
now experienced by all each day…
the all of US alone in individual thoughts
that prey upon the silent fury
kept inside the mind these sad and longing days
in chance of talk, in life’s discourse
with friend or foe displayed
a meeting of these thoughts and words
not minced and far from wistful play
in conscience and of consciousness in kind
the realization of our similarities
two thinking minds so far apart, yet
in facts yield the thoughts that bind
the truly real idea that it is wickedness
and evil excesses that rule the ways
of each and every one of US as we rue
the thought of weariness
and how to end this fray…
as humans do, so must be done
to humans new at thinking’s mysterious display
through thoughtful minds and works of words
that bring simplicity to this world
with smiles in heart and on face
with gentle tugs and playful twirls
encircle lives with congenial sighs
and champion friendships
as the promise here foretold
bring on and out the humanity of each
in words, elicit kinship and further kindness
be one to relight the blind, to voice the mute
to steady the hands, to guide the minds
of all who reach out to you for fellowship
and the chance of sharing in your gifting muse…
fore through each day that passes time
comes a second chance to mend one’s ways
silently upon the sweetest breeze
in quiet repose and in an instant known
the quickening of that mute response
the realization in the brightening of your eyes
that in thought you are truly heard
by friends, by family, by providence
in heart and soul and body, and in that trust
for these your will did wait…
and in that gasp of wonderment
your psyche empties of all your crimes
returning the innocent empty you
to the source of all truths
and to your loving home above and beyond
the grime of life and far out
into the mystery of time releasing
your doubt and self ignorance
and allowing the end of your brutal suffering…
to wit comes an answers shrilling call
to relieve life's thoughts one's mind must be calmed
releasing the self from that dirge of languid droll
which drips so thickly from the shadows sneering lips...
in questioning so the conscious themes
now too vivid in this awakened mind
a light it seems is clearly seen
and it is as tasty as the most sought for wine...
that bottle's cork, once completely pulled
may never capture again the contents scent
and as surely as that fluids aroma will fly
its life, and therefore its passion is completely spent...
so thought as wine lives sweetly short
and meaning casts its guild upon words whim
to he and she and they and them
in a moment, all understanding lived and lost
simply because a sullied mind chose not to think...
replies thus come from such a mind composed
of lowly Id, and so juxtaposed to hate
exhibiting strife as one's parley knife
one's shade of shadowy gray as gist of fellowship...