Why carry the burden
When someone else takes
What has been wrought?
Why reflect
When entertainment is there in waves
To drown the inner voice?
If buying that thing
Will it last?
Will it not have a blemish?
Will it satisfy?
Quiver not the liver
When atrocities are committed
Against the meek
Leaders ignore such
To think is a bothersome thing
When the society dictates the thoughts
If there is a God
Does He command murder,
Deceit and perversion of justice?
No,
But if there is evil,
Wickedness demands the same of its adherents
Why be religious,
When so many have worked so hard to change blue to red?
Anger rages against injustice
But slaps the face of those who call upon the Name
Stifling voices make alien and an outsider
Of all that which is true and heals
Why plan the future?
Do not the pitchmen point the way?
Do the tyrants, kings and world's owners
War, blacken and take?
Fear not,
For their end has been prepared,
And death comes to all
Why hope for change?
Is not the change that comes
Worse than what was?
Save and spend, get and give,
Play and be played, usury and bankers print
Why shed a tear?
To give the hard ground false hope?
Why does the sky brood?
To make a mirage for the bedouin?
Should the eye explore
The deepest mystery?
To know the number of things?
For ocean upon sea and sky upon earth
Comes with coral, and silt
In tides and mountainsides
Valleys are laid low and civilizations past
Yet tiny dominance
Seeks to last
The spark yet flickers,
The sapling bruised yet grows
The wild vine grows
The olive tree thrives in the rocks
And the fig-tree blossoms
The great spiraling
Unfolding
Wind of Truth
Blows
Blows away the old
So many myriad schemes
Little hearts and minds wonder
What of me?
Entropy of the old fades
Memory of it dissolves
In the fiery heat of purest gold
New life and creation bursting
Old seams of existential staleness
Melting
These pale things cannot endure
The ground shifts
Death, decadence and time are broken
Can there be a wonder at change?
And its call to end futility?
F-utility and the status quo!
Something Infinite comes
To crush that which is finite,
With a finality
Everlasting
Why cry out?
Because there is One
Who may listen and answer?
Are humility and humbleness come?
Fraternal guests?
Be still then
For in that place
There is peace.
