
I sit.
My heart racing, my mind pacing
Back and forth,
…I sit, early morning
Repeating thoughts, speeding thoughts
Defeating the knots that I’m so desperately needing
To make this story…
An ungraspable, intangible, unimaginable, unfathomable
…story
Yet, I sit.
Still, I’m facing,
Reality.
Racing to finality trying to find actuality in destiny
An entity trapped inside an identity
Realizing and empathizing with the fragility
Of everything.
I sit.
Wondering.
Pondering.
Realizing,
That we cling to every single thing,
Our wings trapped beneath straps which are attached to…
…no thing.
Still we act and re-act the play,
Composing, imposing routine day by day
Until a string,
Slowly begins to unravel and fray,
As we bring to life the epic play,
With the sting of strife and the harshness of life
We fight with a diamond tipped knife
Reflecting our inner bright clear white light
Defending our right, our freedom to flight
Whether be it a clear blue sky or moonlit night
We stop asking why because our answer would be an outright
“Why not?”
And now the world is paradoxical,
And as unorthodox as this paradox is
There is a path, a way, some rubble, a bend
We are asked to stay, to muddle or ascend
And we say to life we will stay upright until the bitter bitter-sweet end
Now I contend and recommend stopping to fend and defend
Our now apprehended mystery
And begin to tie up all those loose ends
Of our future, our history.
But this, here, now, all depends
On whether or not you can comprehend
And see the portended, extended, and transcendent
Bend in the story, the glory of being descended
From every single thing that's all so interdependent
And just how when brought together it all fits
And thoughts, I, you, we me are just a tether...
I see now.
The way, the Tao
Still,
...I sit.
-JGG
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