A Simple Reflection

Prior transgressions transform into present-day aggressions.
All of which conflates an accelerated pace with that of progress in this race.

Interpreted words written in lines and those verbally expressed at the mercy of time distorted by those whose hearts have created worlds where a static existence is something worthy of praise.

Unconscious conditioning takes its toll—we could fold our hand and take whatever earnings we have gained in our short stay, or we could wait and hope that today won’t be the day we metamorphose into ghosts.

Turbulence

You can decipher the content.

I can derive the mechanism.

You can see the imagery.

I can watch for emergencies.

You can drive the highways,

While I gaze at the streets.

You can walk away,

While I stare at my feet.

You can feed the meek,

While I organize my weeks. 

Sea of Mysteries

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Remember the sea as the shimmer of the sun reflected back upon the images of you and me?
Remember the times when we were free from the restrictions placed on us by this eucatastrophe?
Waves crashed against our shins as we basked in the sun, allowing the violet light to penetrate our skin.
The cut that scarred your chin organizes other memories of us within.
Are we still as free as when we attempted to climb willow trees;
Or, have we entered into a different type of motion-picture reality?
One full of chaos and disorder with those who pledge their blind loyalty to the integrity of what they see to be the greatest threat to all of humanity.

Determining Sequences

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Could it be so simple?
Break down the principle,
And trace the threads that interweave reality.
Do the same patterns that govern the stars orient the psychic content floating in me?
Have I merely been blind this whole time?
Particulars combined and arranged in an infinitude of creative gestalts.
The need for discernment in deciding when to halt has become a reoccurring thought.
Is it based on what I’ve been taught or lessons from creeds that are pervaded by oughts?
How much time do I allot to cognitive wrestlings, such as this?
I could be opening a bottomless abyss.
Yet, dismissing these inquires could prove to be remiss.
Therefore, I continue to persist seeking a degree of bliss from my inner restlessness.

Turning Point

In times of turmoil,
You are there to help the toil.
For don’t let these opportunities spoil in fear that you won’t succeed here.
God has a plan for those that seek His face;
However this journey is set at His pace,
And you must learn to trust and have patience,
even in the darkness of uncertainty of this race.

Divisions of the Heart

Brutality over emotionality is such a clever reality.

Chaos builds in the collective ‘we’ and inside of the individual’s ‘me’,

As violence in the name of righteousness blinds how we see.

An intermittent love marked by fleeting trust and hearts betrayed by lust.

Each day is a rush, as we move toward our eventual return to dust.

However, today is a must, for this is a moment to adapt and adjust.

Mysterious Arising

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See what it is that rises from dark days and turmoil.

Bear witness to the tides receding inwards.

As time’s weight flickers in significance,

The flame in all of us elucidates the darkness.

Those outward projections wane in their collective values,

As we return to our personal milieus.

Waste not for the time has arrived—

Indeed, it is already here.

New, Collectively

In times of chaos and turmoil,
We are forced to recoil.
While uncertainty rises,
A certain peace subsides within.
From the depth of the numinous waters in thyself,
Emerges remnants of primordial past.
A shared adversary that has plagued the course of human history
Begins to rekindle the collective necessity for collaboration.
Our faith in society’s infrastructure diminishes,
As our mandate to one another replenishes.
The finish line has become unclear—
A pervasive fog obscures the cognitive certainty once known.
Leaving us to either agonize about being alone,
Or rejoice in humanity’s change to a compassionate tone.

Uncertainty is Clear

Lines of division become more clear.
Our intertwined minds work to subdue fear.
Confusion runs rampant—
Fracturing even our desires to cheer.
What is going on here?
Should we prepare as though the end is near—
Or, downplay happenings by reviewing previous years?
Nevertheless, we trek onward into the unknown.
Some welcome this novelty with a delighted tone.
While others express distress over the state of unrest.
What is clear is there lacks a consensus on what is best.

Peace in Pain

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The ease sets in.
The suddenness of the cold breeze fails to produce the usual sensation of dizziness.
Calamity and chaos produce the undercurrent of the waves that surround—
Yet, paradoxically, serenity internally abounds.
For those with ears to hear recognize the trumpet’s sound
Brazenly playing in the background.
This is where peace is found,
Knowing the one who is worthy of the crown,
Ignoring the deception of what the world renowns.
Relinquishing delusions of helping others from their own choosing,
Has surrendered my will and my fate at the feet of your gate.