I am frozen in Time, drifting in Space
A world swirls and roils
The Foundations crack
Society crumbles
As The Building groans and falls
The People sleep to death
Insanity infiltrates, Chaos emerges
Through the cracks in The Walls of the Order, The Serpent slithers in
How do you awaken the sleeping?
How do you raise the dead before they die?
Listen to The Voice, crying out in The Wilderness
It is your Salvation, longing to be heard
Over the centuries We built, and from the ashes of Darkness, Society emerged
Then, one long dark night, it was all gone
We awoke, and the sun did not rise over the Experiment
Darkness covered the Earth
While We slept, The Thief had come and stolen Our Inheritance
We thought it would always be
And so it came to pass that it wasn't
The first time We were pushed towards it, we could not see the cliff
So We backed up a step, and reset, in shock
Push by push, day by day, little by little
We backed up, and reset
But We did not resist
Why were they pushing Us like this?
Then one day they pushed, and We backed up again
And plummeted down towards ruin
As We fell, the heights We formerly possessed slowly receded from view
And then finally, it went Dark
The Curtain closed on millennia of work
We were once again free, but Our children were enslaved in depths above
What kind of Art might the blind See?
What kind of Sound might the deaf Hear?
What kind of Sensation might the numb Feel?
What kind of Light might the unconscious Perceive?
It is easy to find microsuccesses on the pathway towards ruin
Little by little, We are encouraged on in the wrong direction
Step by step, We approach the Abyss
We faithfully progress towards the wrong milestones
Not realizing that they mark the way towards Death
Why do you seem so desperate? Why are you flailing your arms?
Be quiet, so that we can go back to Sleep
Close the blinds, so that we don't have to See
Shut the door, so that we don't have to Hear
Medicate us, so that we don't have to Feel
Comfortable in the numbing pain of their mild suffering
They roll over, and go back to Sleep in the burning building
Unaware it will cost them their lives
The world is certain
The world is wise
The world has its plan
Suddenly, but not without warning, Reality shatters the illusion
It is lonely in The Wilderness.
Beyond The Boundary, the cold wind sweeps away the words before they can be heard
Society mocks and scorns
The Old Leaders gnash their teeth, hatch their schemes, and threaten hell
Meanwhile, the Prophets speak on
The Arrogant Ignorant celebrate their righteousness
From their pulpits and cages they mock the Free
Bound in their chains, they are comfortable and secure in their false salvation
Day by day, their living hell enroaches
"The building is on fire, and our room is getting smoky...
...Quick, let us move to the next room, so that we can comfortably resume our slumber."
The foundations wither under the heat
The supporting beams prepare their collapse
And the Fire ushers in the reign of Chaos.
Evil has gripped the steering wheel of the vessel of Society
Its guards stand watch on the bridge
Its agents roam the decks and cabins and minds
Cutting the tongues off of those who dare to Speak
Severing the hands of those who dare to Write
And removing the heads of those who dare to Stand
The people cower in fear, forgetting that United they are Free, and Freedom is not
The Way is not easy
It cannot be walked for Us by others
To know the Way, each One must live it
On the horizon The Four Horsemen appear
There is a reason they ride together
Chronos closes The Window to halt their advance
Woe to those who call Evil Good, and Good Evil
The Evil they cultivate will destroy them
"Chop the wood, carry the water, mend the fence" they say
Do they not see The Tsunami on the horizon?
Heads down, they diligently and responsibly labored, never looking up
Until The Flood came and swept them all away
When will they understand that prophetic words are lovingly spoken
So that the prophesies do not have to come to pass?
The Prophets speak of what lies ahead if We do not transform our Way
They warn of the roads we do not have to tread
Our ruin is certain
Generations of suffering inevitably at hand
Hopelessness and despair is our lot
UNLESS...
"The building is on fire and the stairways are blocked, quick, this Way to The Exit!"
They marveled at the arrogance of one speaking with authority
They mocked him, they beat him, and they left him for dead
And so they perished in The Flames
"The flood is coming and our town will be consumed, quick, this Way to The Ark!"
They marveled at the arrogance of one speaking with authority
They mocked him, they beat him, and they left him for dead
And so they perished in The Flood
"Repent, the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand!"
They marveled at the arrogance of one speaking with authority
They mocked him, they beat him, and they left him for dead
And so they perished in The Flames
As the shaking grew stronger and the explosions grew louder
The people rushed through the streets
Beset by false prophets and proclamations of doom
The herds were driven into their pens
The gates clicked shut and the monsters howled in celebration
As the blood of sacrifice began to flow
The demons whirled in frenzy as The Dark Feast began
Humanity now permanently on the menu
As the End of the Old Order drew near
The Sane became pariahs
The Truthful became outcasts
The Clean became disgusting
The Wise became abhorrent
The Light became disturbing
They were rounded up and exterminated
And for generations society was free
From the affliction of Wisdom, Truth, and Justice.
As the Light receded the Parasites rejoiced
Finally able to flourish in the Darkness blinding their hosts
To write the Words that no one may read
To speak the Words that no one may hear
To sing the Songs that no one may know
To make the Art that no one may see
To walk the Path that no one may find
To offer a Way that no one may seek
To utter the Warnings that no one may heed
To be Loved by few
To be betrayed by many
To be rejected and alone
One who walks in this Way can only be sustained by the Source Within
Living or dying for eternity
Conquering the illusion of Time
Laboring and laying down one's apparently individuated life
Expecting nothing but ONE in return.
Walking in the Way, one tastes the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Walking in the Way, one cries tears of blood
We journey through the hellish underworlds below
So that others can walk the heavenly fields above
We face the existential fears and cry the excrutiating tears
So that others can laugh and play
We courageously extend the Path into the Unknown
So that those who come after can walk in an illuminated Way
We Pass The Flame to those brave souls destined for ever greater things
Bloodied, bruised, and betrayed, We rest in eternal peace with God
Who is to Say what Poetry is?
As We write it, it writes Us
Until one day We become the work of the Supreme Poet
A glimmer of Hope on the Horizon
A wisp of Inspiration in the Air
A vapor of Life to be Lived
Having been Hardened, become Soft
Having been Shaped, become Formless
Having been Whittled, become Whole
Having been Harmed, become Naive
Having been Judged, become Justice
Having been Robbed, become Generosity
Having been Slandered, become Truth
Having been Betrayed, become Loyalty
Having been Rejected, become Love
Having been Killed, become Resurrection
Having been Individuated, become All
Having been All, become One
Having been Thrown, return
Behold, We are making All Things New
Pure Light, streaming through Pure Water, into Pure Being
Be still, and everything will Flow
Be still, and the Dust will settle
Be still, and the Pollution will subside
Walk without casting dust into the Air
Wade without disturbing the Water
Cultivate without tearing the Soil
Exist without harming the Sacred
Look closer
Every blade of grass is a burning bush
Every quanta reveals the ONE
Shatter the Forms
Break all the Norms
The Matrix is born of Perception
Look WithIn
Beyond The Veil
To See that the entire Universe
Is WithIn "you"
"You" are One with the ONE