you don't know how or why
you're not supposed to know
how or why
all you have to do is press on
and try not to wind up
where you're not supposed
to be
*
you hate everyone who isn't you
you fool
they are you
and you are them
and you blame everyone else
for your own delusion
when we awaken
we see no divisions
when we awaken
the dream of individuality is over
and all you/we are
is an unique pattern
cut from a universal cloth
how does that suit you?
*
Jesus spoke in parables
because he knew no one would comprehend
the Mysteries he came to unveil
so he passed the Word
and we just heard what was in our capacity
to hear
not very constructive
but not meant to be so
*
who would lay down their life for another?
only one who knows their life is done if they don't
and what vanity that invites
that one walks a greasier tightrope
than the one who does so without thinking
and what redemption that unconsciously gains...
*
a life for a life
sacrifice only to one who counts the cost
beyond his powers of reckoning
but an uplifting to the one who
does so with no awareness of manipulating
the tote board
*
there is no freedom as such
we follow the vectors of being
and our only choice and attendant consequence
is to go stall or go with it
over and over age after age
this must be repeated and re-instilled
we follow the vectors of being
there is no freedom as such
*
lost in a haze of process
found in a clearing of result
it is in our power to go forward
it is not in our power to get where we're going
unless we get it right
God's Will is unmerciful
but God's Grace is inexhaustible
and the One does not play...
*
we all live under this condition of creation
this is the Deal
how lucky do you feel?
be careful before you plunge
luck and Grace are not easy companions
and nothing is given clean
*
lifetime after lifetime
the same issues
the same mistakes to be rectified
life after life
the door out
missed on the way to whatever objective
but then again there is
life after life
each life for each life
at best we break our bonds
at worst we we have more than enough rope
it's our choice
our eyes shut
fingers crossed
choice
*
the very things that kill us
are the very things that free us and bid us live
standing back
or plunging mercilessly
we're all in
and hope the losing is the winning
what you'll never be able to take with you
or what has always been and will always be
yours
* * * * *
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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