Sunday, November 1, 2015
We are called.
That’s all a witch is.
No god’s bitch.
Devotion quid pro quo.
Service to learn – unbound
when we know, to go forward.
Self-Creators playing chords of destiny,
Those adorable babes become
people, like us, damaged goods
yearning for release.
Fresh with the stink of inspiration.
We ought to be smart enough to co-create
systems nurturing to all of us.
Survival through mortal competition
may sound romantic.
It is not ultimately sane.
The better in health each of us is allowed,
the better the general cultural ambiance.
Yes, keep us honest.
Insist on personal self-determination,
zones for abdication of social mores,
far horizons for explorers to explore,
for enterprise to flourish.
No need to diminish.
Expand consciousness within/without denial
of laws of ecology.
Searching for epiphany
-- aren’t we all!
Brilliant sacred grail, unmistakable
True prophecy, clarity, unfaltered fates,
guiding stars, wouldn’t we feel sated,
grateful as prescribed.
Comfort, calm, certainty curled into
glorious ecstasy, escape as instant of bliss.
To exist fully astounded, completely aware
How long can we hold that stare?
No limits of this moment.
Who knows what Future may bring,
or if there be future at all?
Who among us is worthy, has that elevation
to see and judge?
Prognosticators so often fail
both hopes and dark negative hopes
for terrors we fear we deserve.
Our power of judgment, of discrimination
to know Truth or Consequence as if from above, beyond
fallacies of everyday immersion,
patterns, believing in self-talk divinity as
sarcastic jester, sadistic confessor.
We salve our sins with brand iron
blisters to ever remember lest one
true moment’s peace
would wrench our conscience, dispel.
So much easier to begin and end within
gods’ great constraint.
Free will or fate?
Not the relevant question.
If we love, rejoice, embark upon trails sought for peace,
balance, not evaluation but embrace of this eponymous
best friend, extend that blissful grace, what need have we
to question worthiness?