the curse as the blessing 10/31/17

sensory awareness is a prison life

self is the cell without means of escape

mind is the shackles without possibility of release

dualistic thinking is the warden’s perspective

all the guards are dressed up as conclusions

prison life is the culture keeping on

“what are you in for” is destiny’s call

all one’s prejudices are mistaken for ventings

reprieves only come as spiritual awakenings

self-love comes as acquittals but never full release

even physical death offers no relief as if taken

hell freezing over gets no press coverage

for word of mouth is the bible of snitches

the food is terrible as the language that is spoken

no one is guilty is each person’s initial complaint

order is maintained as mindsets are ever sharing

there is a religion of what is felt but remains unsaid

remembering sensory life is a hand-me-down existence

reality is only a procedural account made mandatory

we are all individual boots of one common soul

no one takes a stand in a consensus world display

flow is immaterial play, as joy is not a result

you did not think this into what you understand

first breath was not the initiation of your reasoning

contentious reality is only an operational premise

thought absorbs the blows from experience’s offerings

where you have self-love, has a mind of its own

there, the heart knows of no boundaries,

no limitations and or sense of restraint

physicality is an illusion of your being

breath will tell you the truth but your mind has to listen

fate is shallow breathing, selling you short

inhale to be, exhale to trust

in-breath pauses provide for reality premised results

out-breath pause provides for the curse

of living to prove to your self as valuable

not to be your worth but to manage the proof of it

your senses are assigned the task of support

thus sensory life is the prison existence we each lead

so much for self-consciousness and necessity for deeds

lifespan is one long prayer to false gods of our own making

luckily, we all lead a double-life without letting on

deftly, our hearts are in the right place

and earth as we live it, is supposedly alive,

it’s not our original residence of being

but for being here, the curse is also the blessing

one in oneness remains avid and lucidly flourishing

but basically, in reality, rarely ever seen

yet soul lives in these actualizations

beyond what or of, knowing’s reach . . .