Thursday, August 30, 2012

a new world will grow like stalks

breaking through the ashes and ruin of this old one

but the terrible price tells me

all I wished for this world

will happen without me

and not as the straight march to transcendence

that all of us wish it would be

if I have to be the last of the old

then so be it

(I was never too keen on community as such

too many not holding up their end

and I in my way among them

despite what I thought I was doing)

the vanity that dies now

will resurface yet again

for all the novelty of the new

human nature will never change

and the struggle to engage the higher self

will continue even in what new dispensation

puts us a higher rung of the Jacob's Ladder

we climb on our way to what fulfillment

what reunification what holy only One...

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