From the other side of Truth to say
( For Robert Pirsig & The Crew @ MOQ.ORG ~ )
. . . or is it that "Truth" Rises?
Mangling metaphors . . . it's a start
He's the only modern man ever to have seen a Lion . . . the lion seeing too / re·COG·itate
/ ask: what is the progenitor of Good or in other words- did god have a birthday and was it a good one
he taught us to take care of our Goodness not bad for a life's work ( . . . but what good's the good anyway?) what's new is always more attractive ( . . . like maybe The Fountain of Youth?)
Gilded or no; "Good" is what we're made of. . . not so hard to understand "A Rational Morality" ~ A Spiritual D.N.A.
It's only hard to push the post-millennial hard-asses away So...
Resolved:
Someone once meant to own someone else- ( . . . maybe you! ) and what a sail it's been too; the lie no longer covered; exposing 'Terra Cognito', (. . . an unfamiliar, familiar place? ). We know, because we "See" and 'Believing is Seeing' after all, even as oblivion seeks his own.
The gods are restless tonight (a too familiar sound).
Pray they never wake again.
____________________________________ © 2017 by Robert
Warlov
Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2024
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