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The Show
There are
Alternative spheres of perception,
One of which
Knows no dilemma,
No need
For any mutual, self-feeding field of opposites
In order to make sense
Of that which needs no imposition
Of "sense"
To make sense.
In this sphere
There is incommon sense
And endless interaction.
Here, there lives the awareness
Of the rational mind's feeble imitation
Of nature,
Nature that includes
But does not need
The rational mind in order to exist.
This sphere resounds
With the possibility of reconnection
To the unfoolable source ~
Through the reawakened heart
Finally loosed from the fragile, persistent
Hold of a mind,
A mind which,
When viewed in perspective,
When all subtle and puffed up systems of fairness have failed
Long enough to reveal this feeble leaf in the wind
Desperately trying to control the tree...
THEN!
The opportunity for full tranceivership arises
THEN!
The door to true insanity opens
THEN!
The journey begins.
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The journey,
Unconcerned with any destination,
Yet vital
To the point of unbearable touch
And ears screaming for silence.
The warrior travels in this sphere,
The warrior is the one
Who has seen, survived,
And remains
Unable to turn back,
Isolated, consumed in secret freedom
From consumption,
Corruption,
Politicization,
Perversion,
And all forms of good and evil
Whose handiwork
On humankind's psyche
Has always led to war
And the murder of an unborn child
And its mother,
By a father, a brother, or a son
On behalf of The Father
Who is no one's father,
Save for the many perpetuators of the Worshipped Facsimile
Of that which already exists.
One alternative sphere of perception.
Available
But beyond capture.
Undeniable,
Yet easy to deny,
As long as the Worshipped One has a name,
An orthodoxy,
And weapons
To defend that feeble leaf in the wind...a small leaf
From the tree
That bore this blind child who lives in constant fear of discovery.
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Copyright 1994, The Heathen Monk. Copyright assigned to The Human Trust, 2004. All rights reserved.