ChorusingA Poem by Mike DefreitasThoughts on the patterns of life, the obstructions encountered, and the conflict between the needs of living and the true nature of reality
Who was there to say, to help me see?
On entering this world - who is here but me? Who could help me see? The chorusing, the moving of the stay Time and space reconconfiguring itself... In the exact same way... How can I know how to be, but to be What my environment has made me become? Where am I? Who is I? Where am I from? The faintest hint of natures glow... Beckoning to all who seek her secrets to stop and know The chorusing, the moving of the stay Time and space reconconfiguring itself... In the exact same way... But the world - the matter, patterns, and the patterns of my mind...All seeks "me" Moving, changing, from time to time, resetting the divine mind to subscribe to the lie That what we are - the outside and inside, isn't the same The chorusing, the moving of the stay Time and space reconconfiguring itself... In the exact same way... Or so it seems: reality moves - it behooves, through feelings felt Dare to dive in: to melt - to dance with natures cause: to understand To breakdown its myriad laws. Formation - of me. To better slow, Those causes which obstruct Humankind from its destiny - To better know -and see, that beyond the shame, everything takes on a name, Flowing, moving, Mattering - in between You and Me. It is there, The chorusing, the moving of the stay Time and space reconconfiguring itself... In the exact same way... © 2017 Mike Defreitas |
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Added on February 21, 2017 Last Updated on February 21, 2017 Author
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