z. All There Is
When all hope has come and gone.
When your master or leader
seems to have abandoned you.
Its as if everything went wrong.
We made wisdom into a cult;
there never was a great leader
that established a true community
this is why it all seems so difficult.
All the books that we have read;
knowledge is one thing,
wisdom is experience that sings!
Sometimes we feel so emptied.
Prophets, Dream Interpretation,
Tarot, I Ching or Astrology;
does anyone really know the future?
The future is of your own causation.
Hinduism, Buddhism;
a mental analogy,
intellectual pursuits of knowing,
and how to obtain liberation
from life, of experience; why?
What about Zen,
and NOT knowing anything?
The Primal Screaming of Ontology;
EST, and the way that I'm being.
Which has an affect on everyday life;
I could choose stress
or I can choose rest.
Knowing that Jesus died on the cross;
until we accept our lot, the strife.
Perhaps the observation of social chaos?
The struggle of being human continues.
Unless we experience a personal loss.
or through the observation of social chaos;
change just becomes a static departure.
This is why 'he' is the pathos.
You know God is inside you.
Everything is right just where we are;
Oh Holy Spirit..oh Maha Shakti!!
Feel my heart! Hear my heart!
We could labor in the past;
life's decisions fixed as we look back.
Living here and now just doesn't last;
it moves way too fast, impulsive and sorely lacks.
I could wish or I could take a step
What do I need to make a difference?
In this world of odds or chance;
into the future, with two feet,
no prep.
Is 'IT' the Tao or is 'IT' Physics?
I'm really not so sure about anything;
only that I'm standing in my future.
Its kind of an attitude of semantics.
Someone is watching over me,
guiding me.
I suppose I might even falter.
I am pretty certain of one thing,
I'll embrace this great mystery.
Oh! Saint Seraphim...Saint Simeon,
do you know Saint Francis of Assisi?
My soul languishes;
What happend to the passion?
What happened to the feelings...?
One day I heard; "Come to me when you're already happy.";
from Fanklin Jones,
then Dhyanananda,
once Bubba Free John, Oh Siddha!!
I don't know what he's called now,
Maybe he's schizophrenic or alchemic?
I know, God,
that your heading our way,
you see, I am right at your heels.
This is The Omega Point,
yes, the theroy that
the Quantum folks think is blasphemous.
I don't need to look at Metaphysics,
trying to help in works of myth.
these leaders, these mystics;
Even all those scientists.
All trying to help in works of theory.
What to believe, what to trust?
Discernment inside of chaos
"is" possibility.
Epilogue:
Lying in bed; inside of confusion.
As I OM or as I gulp;
tossing and turning, I ask myself;
"Who is it that's thinking these thoughts?
My dumbfounded answer..."Me".
Well...hmmm.."who am I?"
What have I sought?
Again, I ask; who am I...?
A sudden peace, the quiet
from no answer, swallows me.
In a world of opposites or dualities;
I can be nervous or I can be calm.
Come join me inside this emotion;
the one that's longing or overwhelming.
Will you join me in this feeling;
this Synchronicity this Ah Ha!!?
I think I'll do some fortune telling.
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