Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Scribing 19 - Pandemonium

Little me, lost in a little game
This is the essence!
This is the meaning!
The meaning is a dream and I must take it and have it to its fullest extent, now!

Ok, it's over
Or alternatively an old enemy looks over my shoulder and mocks
"This isn't meaning"
"This isn't essence"
"You're a fool"

Wanting to prove the man wrong just because of what he is
I go on a 20 year time loop trip around the galaxy and back looking for reasons of why I am correct
Not completely certain of the veracity of my truth
I come back, old and wise
I didn't find what I was looking for
Because I in my ignorance could not see in the beginning that this was not real
I was so sure of my spite that I ran with it

But a fool further I would be to ignore what I learned on the way
The false path taught me many things
And now here I am
Back at the beginning again
Clear as crystal everything seems

As long as I stay out of emotional reaction

This power, this energy, deep inside
So many have told me not to use it
Or tempted me to utilise its frequency
"What if you could use that energy?" Said an Aikido teacher, staring directly in the direction of my belly.
"What if you never used your power?" Said a wise cult leader now dead, hailing from southern Africa.

Life has been repetitions of this, over and over
Teachers I find within people for short spurts
Like an entity takes over their willing body dedicated to service
For but a short time
Just to say a sentence and then back inside themselves again this thing goes,
This thing that does not speak because it doesn't need to
Except in times of absolute necessity

The moral of the story is,
Trust yourself
Stop listening to everyone's opinion on a life that you have the highest authority over
Why?
Because you are the being living this life, not they

So look up,
Keep breathing
Keep writing
Keep reading
Keep musicking
Love yourself
The world is full of possibility

Move

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