On Termites
And Tests
Termites
have been steadily
eroding
my country
And I am not happy
About that.
Cease
and desist
in
your deadly
operation.
Or pay
the penalty
of
The consequences
Of your actions.
As it is,
You can be forgiven
your part in
A Process, beyond
the one of
Your intentions.
But
there is
a limit
To that extent.
Take
heed,
Chosen
one.
Yes,
to produce
for use
and not
for profit
is a noble
goal;
but only
under
spiritual
conditions.
Otherwise
it is simply
about
power.
And Power
Over
Others
at that,
rather than
about
all of us
in this
elementary
school
together
as angels
in the making
of gods
out
of them,
having
experienced
free
will
and passing
The Test.
—
And speaking
about life
in earnest:
The Constant Sun
I have farted
With the rest of them,
strained
at stool
With the best of them.
Tell me
About Life, and rule
under the
intolerant sun.
It’s not pretty,
this business
of functioning
under the
constant sun
at the best
of times
and under
all our
climes.
What kind of leader
Talks about farting
and straining
At stool?
I’ll tall you:
One who has
not only
been there
and done that
but still is;
who is
close to
and at One with
his people
(or her,
if you
prefer),
stands
with them
under the
unforgiving sun
watching
over them
mercilessly
on their Way
of being
watched over
mercifully,
for life having
meaning
beyond just in
and for itself
only.
-
I once, in my younger
And pristinely hopeful days,
having slipped in here
under the
watchful gaze
of the
indifferent sun,
told
a temporal friend
(perhaps a bit
bold
of me, that;
but of such impetuosity
is youth. Like
a puppy)
that I would be
president
of the United States
someday.
(Much like Obama, I
understand. Only from the
side of
the full-fledged Light.
Not of
the Process
itself.)
I am still waiting. Even if he
no longer
is.
Or maybe he is
if he knew me
truly
under the
unperturbed sun…
Whatever all it is, is it
Presiding over life in a
Malevolent universe
Under the control of a
Rebellious demigod
With an insatiable thirst
(for its never being able
to be quenched
by the very nature
of the matter), like
The Dualists think, or
Does it all make sense
Like the Non-Dualists posit.
Time
will tell. As
always
under the
unrelenting sun.
-
…But
What do I know
Really. I don’t even know
What kind of day it was
Today. It’s evening, now;
sleeping
My life away
As I have been doing
Lately, under the weather
Of a very human condition.
And as I am in general,
I feel, these
Indifferent days.
…Or is that
more accurately
I AM
and to that
purpose??…
Time
will tell.
As it always
does.
As long
as there is
a sun
over us;
lighting
the way
into
a future
state
of being
and coming closer
each
and every
day
to
fruition.
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