The Wasting of Wonderment -
The History of the world is in my veins,
an abstract in my mind the Future,
looking into the cornicopia of concepts from memory
I see a universe staring back at me,
naked am I, a body of victories, failures & serrindipities,
a sepleture of star light & a womb of consciousness
craving continuity of conclusions,
seeking a final truth rescuing dead judgements from error,
Time, attention as an investment,
as a resource for spiritual enrichment is a vast mine of mine,
shafts that burrow into fear, stupidity, euphoria, creativity,
spelunking the sensational,
dividends in quiet diamonds,
speaking to the world in thought symbols,
noise finds no harbor in my mouth,
awareness deepens as the river perfumes the great canyon of reflection,
illusions lose their tastes & happiness hungers itself,
the slavish & sordid power structure of Man's nightmare
tells me I possess no right or ability to know myself by myself,
that meditation is for lazy, ill informed members, introspection a sour source,
productivity for commerce is penultimate goal,
souls engulfed in irrational routines, distracted from divinity,
disinterested in sacrafice for strength and subsequent liberty,
guided by gurus of reflexes,
I stare at skies, trees, chattel, focusing on artwork, music, environment,
harvesting experience, interpreting Life for me,
day dreaming like a goose on soft grass,
refusing guilt breath in my instruments,
the only legitimate " waste of time "
is denying yourself realization of Truth & Honesty,
permit them sanctuary,
give them time to help you use your immense power,
a place that never darkens -
J.A.B.
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