We see connection
at times where there is none
except in all I do not know of One Creation
The transcendent all inclusive One
never truly lets go
ideas of pattern
something is up
a connections intention
what is going on?
Attachment in some dimension
of sound or memory
Narration comes to exist
not only in reality
but in fantasy as well
classic of paradox
fantasy itself becoming
an aspect of reality
We must decide how to be
to be be true to Truth
follow Truths standards
as bound to each subjective angle
or make things up and pretend
check not too close
not so much
becoming certain within
a mixture of fact and fiction
a conglomeration of connections
some holy and others holes
feeling what we are missing
These heredity’s of iconography
they propose story lines
we arrange our role along
acting as if idea were Truth
and idea need not be inspected
too closely to reveal its possible error…
May it be delusion claiming connection?
Do I know what I believe?
Has culture cast me in stone?
Do I mimic these roles narrative line?
Filter my sight, my mind, my heart
sensing only what is allowed by consensus
but called a Truth and called The Real fact?
Yet this is engineered by appearances
supported by the revolving bias of confirmation;
To claim knowledge in ignorance concealed
but called wisdom and common sense
called even faith and honor
even duty and trust
loyalty and courage of conviction.
We each see a universe
from a darkness of the self
where insecurity may drive
rains of doubt and abandonment
The Light of Existence obscured
making some things out to be
and others not sure not to
Why we do depend upon others
we require differing views
to honestly comprehend what is
even if incomplete in all honesty
It is honesty to Being which questions
Do I try to see what is?
Do I remain honest to my subjective;
that what appears real may not be
requiring humility in both belief and trust
This subjective life is fragile
while Life is eternal
I am a presence
immersed within Presence.
In Presence I am Love
without It I may love
and lose all
but who I really am
We each are in this way asked in our moment;
Draw more near to Love and Understanding
To awe and the wonder of reason
or be busied by what I lack?
See with open heart and mind
with Spirit immersed in connection
or fear what I do not know
becoming a servant of separation
while all the while
being one within One