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Oh, to sink into the ground,
To crumble. To be made mush, And be stamped into the grass. Only in this will I see the truth. Let ten thousand years rain down on me And wash away the solid thing That thinks it's real. Only when I've disappeared And all the things I made Dissolve and wash away downstream, Only then will I know That all of it was an illusion. Only then will I rest, When finally My words are too faint For anyone to hear. And when I've cried Over all the things I might have said, but didn't, When I've tried and failed To convince them Of the thing they wouldn't see, Only then will I dissolve and sink Deep into the mystic sea That lies between here And all that we imagine. Then I think That I will lye with Him Who is sire of higher things. And then perhaps, I will conceive And grow large with child. Then perhaps in me will blossom That tree whose fruit Will heal the nations. But first, please let me die, To all that here deceives! To all of those convincing lies That trick us with their solid appearances. And in the meantime, Let me close my eyes And see those things That eyes can't see. Show me all that lies beyond, And help me to believe. If you search for Truth,
Drill a well. Don’t punch a thousand shallow holes. Don’t ski across the lake, Or try to know the ocean By charting it’s surface. The mystery lies at the bottom. And so you must dive down deep. Seek only for that one truth That answers the question Of your very own soul. It matters not That you know nothing But the very thing you seek. For truth spreads out To touch all truth. And to know a thing To know it deep Is to know a great many things That you didn’t know you knew Until you needed them. Dear Friends,
I am unable to pay for the subscription to the service that hosts this site. If that changes, things may continue as normal. If not, I will continue to post on thetracklesspath.weebly.com since it is free. How are we so bad
To each other? Why are we so mean Even when we intend To be good? I don’t know. Do you? I am so sad, So sad For how the world has gone. So sad, So miserably wretched To spite my knowing better. And where is there a place For one like me, One who can’t go on pretending That I don’t see, One who’s worn out to striving, One who cannot shop anymore At the five and dime Of wretched things. Done. I’m done. Gone. I’m gone. Good bye. I love you so! Remember me in better things, Or worse. It’s not ‘all the same’ to me, But it will be What it will be. Forgive me That I cannot dine Upon the things That you call delicacies. I’m broken to your aspirations. They do not entice me anymore. And for that I know That I am a betrayer of your dreams. But what am I to do? I cannot go on confessing A thing I don’t believe. |
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