Tuesday, 7 February 2017

Scribing 18 - 19,000 Pounds

If everyone was worth their weight in gold
Maybe then the gold standard would be true
We love who we are when we have worth
We cope when we are without

If multiple lives are true then this one is for waiting
A life of waiting
A life of sitting it out
Hoping for some change that isn't artificial

Hoping that every move I make is not as a pawn I was designed to become

Hope is all we've got

Some of the greatest teachers are quite adamant that hope is well....
Hopeless

Belief is untrue
And reality is real

Without who are are as the actuality of being
Nothing exists

This smoke we throw around
False thoughts and false beliefs and systems of 'get-up-an'-go'
So much pit to fall through
A black nothing beneath

Nothing to stop the fall but the self
And the self cannot be guaranteed
One must first conceptualise a ledge a reference from which one is falling
When one has done this, one must notice the speed of the descent

Then one must make something to slow the fall,
then one must grab hold of the ledge and make that infinite climb upwards
Perilous to most
And even this level of achievement seems out of reach

We create our own fall
We repeat patterns of the past, eternally set in
When do we stop being what we are
When do we do something that is different

So much false reality to sift through
So many entities offering this prize or that

Something we have, they want
And it won't be spoken
So play the entity
Be the devil for a while

Try to discover what is desirable within the self
That the overseers want so much
As a battery for their opportunities

An infinite universe
Based on a psycho-reality game
For the purpose of enslaving life

To lock us into 'freedom'
So that we choose not to dominate what we cannot see
Because we cannot see what is valuable in this equation
And so we choose to stop seeing

And we see instead.

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