Come on.
Make it happen.
Proceed,
grow,
develop,
evolve.
I look up and see the clouds
fly by.
They race onward
with insane velocities.
It’s crazy
come to think of it.
Nothing ever stops.
Neither should you.
That’s what you hear every second
of every day.
But does it really have to be true.
Isn’t it just like that
because it has always been like that.
Because no one knows
how to challenge it anymore?
Isn’t it so that all things
are exactly the same?
Made from the same materials
bound by the same dark matters?
So wouldn’t it be more true
to say that in fact
nothing changes?
Ever.
Aren’t all our efforts
and all the manifestations
simply superficial.
When everything comes to a shrieking halt
and we squeeze ourselves out of
the pace.
And we interlock with the violent modulation
of what we call ‘now’.
Isn’t that were we feel best?
Isn’t that when we feel
at our very best?
Isn’t that how we succeed in feeling
beyond our feelings?
Whence came to life
this contrast
between the world
and the spirit?
Why is it so unashamed?
So blatantly deliberate?
Why does it spit us
in the face?
These obvious questions
have been the breeding grounds
for wicked powers
to leech on the fears
of many
for millennia.
And most have succumbed
to them willingly.
Because it is easier.
Looking at
the state of the world
I beg to differ.