Post by artolmaeus on Apr 9, 2023 20:40:20 GMT -6
then, where there was, is, and will be, comes, brings, gives
the heart begins to think, the mind begins to feel,
the yin and yang merge in the shen, and all is one,
in ten, there are twelve, therein the octave, just higher,
yet remains the origin, but then the difference of two
two, brings the illusion, and is now the season of the water bearer
to wash this away, but in so doing, forward and backwards
all come to only now, know, no, stop taking it seriously
but the lessons are there, in the 1.6 or the 3.14 when there come numbers
some from the fascination of the 3,6 and 9 and therein,
deep at the base of all sums and quotients, Yev was making things fun
and only children can appreciate the sunlit sky, when darkness is but contrast
and nothing to fear, as long as light stays, but, it cannot leave
only shadows can be cast, only the trees grow from the unseen
a game, a ride, but in the end, only the experience,
the experience of being, at all, is the gift above all
it comes from the conceptual, because we are the conceivers
deceived by the reality we so think exists, and, like Neverland,
it stays, with its own pirates and adventures
if flying, fly like Icarus, because he is not dead Dedalus,
if the story means anything, it can be more of sound than word
so let your heart think and let the mind feel,
the judge and redeemer are one, if one, is not lonely, but together
once the attachments fall, even victimhood,
no one wants the easy, path, we do want the divine path
why any of us, each of all of us, why, why, why
because any of all each of us are the only ones who can
because it was exactly that which was chosen,
so then, there is no path, no purpose, but what is beyond
the concept of you, before the conceiver, the receiver
of a gift never wrapped, never noticed
oh hummingbird, I knew you had to fly away
but not before I witnessed the vibration
MOAI doth sway my life, eee aaahhhh ooohhmmmm
oscillates the engine, woh woh woh whoh woh
like the subtle flutter I hear you make, for me
once fuller of breath, I match you, hummingbird
in the romantic wonderment of being, and become part
and whole of all and one and as above and below
to fall and rise, unwaxed, no warnings, it was there for me
for what is there to fear, what will worry cause
but the mind and heart fight and I am stalled
when all the frequencies are clear, they do something
you cannot hear, feel, yes, and then, know in my heart
I was the answer to the purpose, once I let it all go
but instead of remaining, still, I moved, humming, bird by bird
the illusion I once took as such a serious thing,
forgetting to enjoy, being
I have known the eggman, and the walrus
but have remembered to drink the milk
Oh Malvolio, we were all given such clear lights of favor
no matter the marching orders we take..........
and it was more than enough, as we all are each, any altogether
more than the sum of the equation we so stoutly have held to
bring forth the yellow stockings, for I am no longer strange
except to those, who would never wear them, for once they do
fool, joker, wise man, cowboy...
well, it is a little more yippee kiy yay than I hoped
only having such full prospects were the folly and the trap
and in whole or part, have I come complete,
knowing less for it and wondering ever so much once
I allowed, rather than receive, the gift, as the latter was done
once my bottom be spanked, and my first free breath was taken
and there is so much more, if only, you act now
and, well, there are always operators standing by
bid them run, or at least challenge to keep pace
see the sun rise from the sea, and face it
mmmmowwwwww aaaahhhhhhhhhh eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
once your breath is fuller, let it go
