swirling restlessness, oh, ignorance be bliss

oh the weighty responsibilities of living upon the earth in a multi dimensional reality

i reached across the chasm of time
to apprehend a grasp of my place 
in the immeasurable wheel 
of functional existence
found it a drywell
for my dysfunctional storm of restlessness
oh, rocky orb, broken earth

my thoughts faltered untamed
by my fallen imperfect's waste
where the vain of senseless tastes leave faint trace of insignificance
without purpose, looms the shallow waterboards 
with their malignant threat of drowning's extinction
bad frame of mind
in this anonymous milieu
of thing called life,
its ubiquitous collective conscienceness, so called,
for its minutia of particles of what is called reality,
whereas in truth there is none, 
no real truth apart from his, 
the creator,  blessed be his name 

the fool talks loud, sits on his brass idol and frowns at his own works, disdained
the fruit thereof worthless gain
exhaust not yourself in such mindless frames of empty mind that leads to nothingness
blind ear, false heart, 
deaf eyes will never see

spend not yourself, nor exhaust the fruit of energy upon that chaff
look across the chasm's hold 
upon the dark of humans' works

far off into the distance i see penetrating through my soul
the hungry eyes of threatening ones who'd like a piece of my strength, my will,
to start another war

i must find myself a place of rest far from the beaten's paths
deep within the crags of rocks surrounded by the green of shrubs
of lounging creatures lain at rest breathing in the air's sweet best
the granules of rippled sand 
by blowing winds far from the sight of city crowds
untainted by footprints weapons of war and greed
here there is no need for electron feeds 
the yaqui indians knew it best
my heart will never fit the mold established by specialized science' roads
i am like a bird caged in bars of iron rusted mold
slay my yearnings for wings of freedom
a word, a text of praise, sugar and fluff
will never do to quench my thirst
i search to renew my every endeavor to maintain a satisfied composure
instead i find superficial film, micromillimeters thick
it vaporizes at my glance tormenting me to take a chance
between life and eternal death
only to escape sudden boredom and murky vexation
inevitably, I exhaust in prayer 
waiting for the end of this age
the new dawn, fulfillment of
peace on earth, good will toward men

#spirituality 

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