When looking within, are we seeking respite?
From the world’s disorder;
By using some bygone ancient wisdom?
And can we find solace in a poetical view of the world?
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As we enter the labyrinth do we side with those who chide the moon?
Seen and unseen, for it is always there.
And notwithstanding our ever-changing passions,
Is there really someone out there ready to carry man’s burdens?
Do we see human survival being dependant on the worship of deities?
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We sift through misfortunes and blessings using the same filter,
Often guided by the persuasion of others,
And using this filtered perception to view the world,
It being a chaotic mix of psychology and spirituality,
Do we turn to natural science?
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There may be disrespectful trust in what we feel.
Merely a delusional witness to life’s ups and downs.
Inner voices, often too loud, seeking help.
This warren of cluttered realms,
Perceived to be too deep to climb back out.
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Discovering so many keys yet being forever one short.
Seeing the ground and the sky as walls that form a trap.
All such notions blocking the way.
Striving for the reproduction of beauty.
Feeding false fixations, with values continually shifting.
Clutching to a natural obsession to survive.
All beyond some psychic fear becoming a healing agent.
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All this, just to become hunters and gatherers again,
In an effort to give the past a future.
Swayed by others with feelings of competition and aggression;
In a tangle between man and spirit.
Duality competing with unity.
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With no advancement from speaking in tongues.
No respite from pity or fear.
Only a repetitive creation of hedges within the maze.
Succumbing to the knowledge that the force of art continues to govern form.
Moving beyond the verity of all we know,
Still seeking respite from disorder, yet using only our ancient wisdom,
And just maybe… finding solace in a poetical view of the world.
