LIFE

To the soul shakers

Box stompers

Outcast mind movers

This is for you

No more questioning

The unknown

Or confusion wandering

The known…

Yet to be otherwise disputed

There is no answer to be sought

Only an acceptance to be felt

This is about the real

The clarity to help you heal

We’re drawn to the honesty

And vulnerability of words

Created by the stories

Of our minds

Be it imagination

Or a memory…

It greets us just the same

Do not conform to the ideology

That the attainment of power

And position holds importance

As one must know that both

Are entirely transitory

Power of any kind has its rise

As well as its fall

All things we possess

Are taken from others

And others in their turn

Await with outstretched hands

To seize them

Perhaps…

Our purpose, if there be any,

Is the successful attainment

Of life’s demands

The solidity of tangible things

It may seem strange at first

That all which life demands

Should be allowable

And worthwhile attaining

But upon a closer scrutiny of life

You see that the demands

Of our external self

Are the only ones we know

Or come to learn

And we are ignorant

To the demands

Of the true self

Our inner life

Because this is not taught

No scholarly texts to reference

Confusion lies in the external glance

Look within to see without

The debilitating sense of sight

THIS is where life truly lies

Then again it may be said

There is a purpose

Over each purpose

And again a purpose

Beneath each purpose

And yet beyond and within all purposes There is no purpose at all

Life is …because it is

This is a journey from one Pole to another And the perfection of the conscious life

Is the destination of the imperfect life

Every aspect of life

In this world of variety

Gradually evolves

From imperfection to perfection

And if life’s evolution

Were not so in its nature

There would be no difference

Between life-and-death

For life as we have come to know it

Is nothing more than

The phenomenon of contrast

We do not restrict this

Meaning and existence

To the soil upon which we tread

But just the opposite

In the void of all ‘things’

The space in which

Energies and vibrations thrive

Where we transcend

An existence… beyond