Monday, October 17, 2011

minute by minute

instant by instant

the past recedes farther back

into the psyche of the World


it's useless to say anything

as words are deconstructed

back into their original utterances

groans and grunts and exhaled gibberish


and the mind trained

in its symbolisms follows suit

all constructs as we've known them

collapsing into a junk and bone yard heap


the champions of progress hail

this evolution as spiritual growth

humanity stumbling out of 10,000 years

of servitude to abstraction


while the conquered remnant

mourn all they've loved on their own terms

in their own understanding

and project their perpetual loss as universal doom


and in among these perpetual dichotomies

the frail thread of human limit

each past eon a forgotten tomb

with each future the end of a long chain of process


but when hundreds of years hence

the unchanging human nature reasserts itself

what will all this new thinking be

but the passing abstractions of that stage of organic time?


the old will always cling to what is already gone

in the instant of its apprehension

while the new will exalt itself as an ultimate in freedom

that has never been known before


I mourn the past but let it go

but I dread the future for all I see

are the old tyrannies in new dress

yet another band-aid on some wound of growth


imposed and impressed from the outside

rather than healed from the inside

and the evolution we all fearfully or delightfully praise

will continue underneath all this soul progress


eons after eons until some cumulative point

some 'Omega' point is reached

then will the divisions begin to merge and close

and then you will either be or not


until that endgame to end all games

this move on the face of ever vanishing history

that will swirl like a slick upon

the Eternal Now that always is


until that awakening let us take the stillness

that is our spiritual essence

let us allow these pains of night to fade into

the silent song the Morning Stars sang


when we are back to the beginning...



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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