The ghost in the machine

The ghost in the machine

A Poem by DaVoid
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In control of being out of control.

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The ghost in the machine also called what spooks you most.
That you are a host for something higher or more.
That you are a ghost captured in the clay golem that was born.
To be disconnected from your mother and brought crying and helpless in this world.

What frightens you most to be a fallen angel or a risen ape? 
What haunts you most that there should be something as the holy ghost or that death is waiting at the door? 

To be awakened and now you will go to sleep too.
To be conscious and realise how finite our life is.

What's better, to see meaning in everything or to see nothing has meaning? 

Why does the seeker travel from here to there? 
To find himself where he started again.

What is the road to success he asked.
When he crossed the bridge the master said: There you did it now you have to go back again. 

To think that karma is justice is an injustice to karma.
The web trembles as you move it does not care why you move. 

To think is to separate, classify and categories.
To understand is to know those are all lies. 

So what is spirit and what is matter?
What is head and what is tails?
What if the coin balances, it doesn't fall.
Did you fail? 

All are perspectives of the grand and mundane.
So to call one person sane and another insane is more about functionality in context rather then mere personality.

To be or not to be.
Erase that. 

To be is to deceive.
All that is perceived is duality.

Reconcile and be relieved. 
To think is to be a thief. 

To conceal something for yourself 
and to find it again on another shelf.

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© 2016 DaVoid


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It is indisputable that we are born in setups that already have measuring rods, boundaries and standards etc. It takes deep reflections just to realise this. And it takes a genius to cross such preexisting standards and see the many other perspectives of reality. Truly, there is a lot to life beyond the 'head and tail.' I love the wisdom in the lines 'To think is to be a thief. To conceal something for yourself
and to find it again on another shelf.' Great poem! Great stuff for pondering.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Its almost a pilgrimage of the wandering spirit to avoid the reality. So amazingly worded.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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DaVoid

8 Years Ago

Thanks for your kind words. I appreciate your feedback.
I am a wanderer (wonderer) for sure.
Wow. Yet another brilliant piece. Your writing always leaves me thinking and that's what I like about it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DaVoid

8 Years Ago

Thanks. Your feedback is always welcome. :)
It is indisputable that we are born in setups that already have measuring rods, boundaries and standards etc. It takes deep reflections just to realise this. And it takes a genius to cross such preexisting standards and see the many other perspectives of reality. Truly, there is a lot to life beyond the 'head and tail.' I love the wisdom in the lines 'To think is to be a thief. To conceal something for yourself
and to find it again on another shelf.' Great poem! Great stuff for pondering.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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DaVoid
DaVoid

Mechelen, Vlaams Brabant, Belgium



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