Tag: Muse in the Morning

We can only

truly know freedom

if we are aware

of the ways

we are in bondage

bound by a culture

which rigidly demands

our strict adherence

to fixed states

unchangeable

unchallengeable

under penalty

of expulsion

or worse

and still manage

to reject

those chains

men

women

maybe both

sometimes neither

our choice

or at least

it should be

Spreading truth

in the face

of ignorance

we return to the cave

after experiencing

the beauty and wonder

of a better place

a more just world

a brighter future

Until you can understand

the need for the learning

the reason for the teaching

will remain obscure

When you build yourself

out of fragments

assembling carefully

that which is good

shedding the bad

like a winter coat

deciding what fits

what is detritus

left suspended

in the wake

of growing up

why would there be

any desire

to conceal

the finished product?

In a fair world

a just world

a world balanced

for sharing

rather than greed

we wouldn’t need

to worry

that someone else

getting healthy

would harm us

How strange

that such a small

easily stated

.

difference

.

between us

could open

such a vast

.

.

.

chasm

.

.

.

of distrust

mystery

confusion

misunderstanding

even hatred

Words and images

wrapped in sounds

and silence

tracing a pathway

from here to there

beginning to end

Words

strung like beads

into thoughts

At some instant

one day

the words will cease to flow

their creator (or vessel)

having passed through

the Door

between herenow

and therethen

One day

maybe

the world will be

as I envision it

But that will be

in some far distant

day to come

and this is now

It is improbable

that I will see

and experience

my vision

Oranismystically

we form and transform

the words and thoughts

building an understanding

a commonality

cells aligning

and recombining