This god. This thing. This odyssey. This bewildering, long lasting dream. Contemplation will not bring clarification. I ponder. I seek. I stand in awe.
My young life was wanting. My midyears confusing. And now I am back at the starting place. I know nothing. I am nothing. I seek nothing.
What is the we, the you, the I, them and us? Are we not all together in this matrix? Are we somehow divided and special? Do we not seek the same things, the same love, caring, understanding and security? What is it that makes us think we are so different?
We pass gas. We excrete the waste. We salivate, sweat, vomit, fall, slander and gravitate towards those dark moments. We are all susceptible to what might be called evil. Yet isn't this just an illusion. A trick of the senses. An evolutionary diversion.
What is evolution? What is creation, existence, consciousness, love, the collective, the community, the all in all in us?
I seek to explore, implore, draw out, beg the question of this matrix. What is it? How could it possibly be? Where could it possibly be?
We know not where we are. We know not of the place from whence we came and we no not where we might go as we take that last and final breath. So let us rejoice in this moment of ecstasy. This orgasm of the senses. This realization of some delusion of reality. This ecstatic moment we call existence, consciousness, reality, the I AM, the me, the self. Look at me, me, me.
Dissolve yourself into this paradigm. This dark and empty void. These particles dancing in this orgy of exultation and primordial soup. Seek to become. Seek to know that you do not know. Be naked. Walk on this bare ground with your bare feet. Extend your arms into this vast unknowable void and just be. Just be. Just be.
We will continue on this present course of self destruction because it is in our nature. Cultures come and go like the changing of seasons. We cannot be anything but who we are. When one can sit back and observe as an outsider, then one has found a sense of enlightenment, a portion of wisdom. To see things from a distance is to see the foolishness of it all. The fads, the clicks, perks, special deals, relationships, dogmas, creeds, ideas, concepts, even colors, shapes, dimensions, space, time, matter.
Humanity is but a blip on the eternal radar. An insignificant moment in an incomprehensible thing we call reality. We use, we abuse, we squander and waste. Constantly on the lookout for ways to do it better, faster, leaner, and meaner. Always trying to get that advantage, that edge. We dominate our space, strangle with intensity, consume with a vengeance, a free for all of vane imaginings. In denial of our shortcomings, apologetic as we step on each other, and hell bent on getting there first.
Searching for G-D in quantum is like a small child sitting in the seat of a 747. Our technology primitive and unseen by the universe. Toys in the hands of mad men. Foolishness that will fade like a fallen leaf.
Our failure is in our quest. Our downfall in our ability to recognize ourselves and asked who are we, what are we, where are we. Our resources are limited. Our time is short. Our power feeble and misused. We suck the energy from each other. We are devouring ourselves from the inside out. We think too much of ourselves as if this was all a gift because we are so special.
We talk of one nation under G-D while dancing like wild whores with the underworld. We freely give ourselves to the darkness. Our brains are out of control craving more and more. The abnormal has become the in thing. The twisted has become our bed fellow. We shall not escape ourselves. We cannot put the pieces back together. We cannot turn our head and make it all go away.
Death will come sure and swift. It will devour us completely. It will take us down to that dark place where choice is not an option. Free will does not exist and second chances are null and void.
The time to act is now while we still can. The time for change is now in this present moment. Your opinion is like a bird with a broken wing. Your status a fool’s game. Your education a handicap. When death comes knocking at the door will you be ready. Can you say come in I have done my good deed. I have been the good neighbor, the good friend, the good boss, the good person. Can you say you are ready.
o you really know me
I really know me
If you only knew me
The one you see is not me
Its only the one I want you to see
Its only the one I pretend to be
Do you think I'm happy trying to be
Who you want me to be
If you only knew, if you could only see
How much more there is of me
It would be nice to know why we
Play this never ending silly game
Sometimes I want to tell you I'm not the cat
For you to tame
Can't you understand that I a m
And you are you
Trying to control each other
Is something we should never do
Love is free
Not bound and tied
If I told you different
It would be a lie
Open the cage
And let me fly
Deep down inside I'm not the sweet little girl
You want me to be
So open this cage
And set me free
Don't box me in
Just be my friend
Neither one of us should have to bend and bend
To blend in
Love me for who I am
And not who you want me to be
I want to know the real you and you me
But that will never happen
Unless we set each other free
We can still be together
True love cannot be begged,
Borrowed, bought, or sold
It has to slowly grow
From deep down in the soul
It's based on respect, honor, and trust
Not dominance, jealousy, and control
Let's learn to live life to the fullest
Let's take each day one step at a time
Let me be me
And you be you
Just be a friend of mine
What if you could somehow look behind the mask? Deep down into the dark places of those you encounter every day. What would you see? What if they could see you - down, dirty, naked, and bare. How would you handle that? Could you handle that? Why do we hide ourselves? Why do we pretend? Lies seem to work better. Less effort. Less confusion. Play it safe or people will run away. They do not want to know the real you.
What you see is what you get is a lie. I'm just me is a lie. No agenda is a lie. We are all on a sales mission. We put on the face. We dress up. We try to fit in. We strive to be a part of the game, the flock, the group, the fad. We have evolved into copy cats, mimicking birds of a feather, creatures of the mass habit, slaves to conformity.
It is so easy to see those who just don't fit into our little box of tricks. We avoid them like cancer. We hide ourselves from these misfits. They do not walk the same clean, comfortable, illusive path that we believe we are on. They do not fit into the mold we think we were cut from. They will not bend to the powers that be. The radical, the heretic, the hippie, the anarchist, the anti-establishment, the creative free thinker, the one with the purple hair.
This self constructed delusion. This shallow place keeps us safe for the moment. It makes us feel good, special, even enlightened. It enforces the concept of the I, the ME, the ONE AND ONLY. It fuels the fire of hate, prejudice, and self destruction.
All of the great prophets, teachers, and sages have taught to love one another, to love thy neighbor as thyself. We are our brother's keeper as hard as that may be to swallow. As impossible as that may be to understand. It is what we as a nation, as a people, as individuals must do in order to save ourselves from the not so comfortable state of sordid affairs.
It is our insatiable love of self that keeps us where we are. It is our refusal to open our eyes and see that we are interconnected, interwoven, constructed of the same material, elements, parts, and pieces. Its the illusion that pulls us off track. The we against them thinking; black vs. white; white vs. red man; white vs. Muslim; straight vs. homosexual; rich vs. poor; smart vs. dumb; fat vs. skinny; and so and so on.
All of the problems we face as a nation today we caused and continue causing. We control our destiny. Our fate is in our hands. It is up to you and me to fix ourselves and the rest will take care of itself.