Wouldn't it be better
to accept our falterings, learn to
become who we might best be
than drugging into submission
in pretense of normality?
How do we find ourselves
in a world based on lies
on never being good enough
to survive by being real?
bits of molded clay
reaching to connect
with no valence
All running together
bumping and bouncing in the
foolish fray
None of these really knows
what we're heading toward,,
yelling out memes as if that
were leading or even making
a usable sense.
To find that true guiding,
stand at an elegant apex
of balance, grace, upward, forward,
escape from those running fools.
Take a stance, hold a pose,
that of thinker, of artist
distinguishing prose and landscape
from hysteria, hype, catchwords,
emotional ploys.
Bliss, joy, outside the banners
and crowds -- unlock, expand,
run, jump, play, unbound.
Connection
Awe
Ineffable ephemera
Direct Experience beyond
the physical, beyond
defining, outside of
and yet the only
reality
