150 PERCENT WORTH
I am convinced one hundred and fifty percent
That the journey of life is alone;
That everyone is running away from that journey
And seeking an experience written in stone.
True consciousness is the refusal to be substance!
Yet few are willing or able to embrace that truth
Until they are forced by a process of a series of awakenings
To see their fortune is one of death and solitude,
Apart!
Apart from anything community can bestow for a time;
That deceives one by its collective attitude
And sense of rhythm and rhyme
Into thinking we are ourselves together
The power and the paradigm
Over what is eternal and always in the end
Will have the last word.
My life keeps shouting retreat!
As the world, my efforts, keeps wanting to defeat
And I cannot help but the same scenario to repeat
Until over and over again this message I have heard:
You are nothing!
And there is nothing you can think, do or say
That will keep the good forces of the unknown at bay
And everything and anything you try
Is only running away not into
What is the calling of your birth.
Listen!
Listen to the silence,
The stillness and the darkness of the night;
It is there that your soul and spirit eternity will invite
On a journey of faith into the future and the light
Beyond the empty fortunes
With which you would choose to flirt.
Some choose politics;
Some religion;
Some nothing;
Some art;
That the flow of the river
Of the unconscious stream might impart
About which, what the world as we know it
Can only try to remark;
But always, always leaves the final chapter
As the dust and the dirt.
We are all only watchmen of the night;
But our duty and the charge therein
We, by many choices, fight
Until we lose it with the dawning
Of each new day’s maddening light
Which we christen as our calling
And we name our sense of worth.
2014.01.04.2000 ©