The Wondrous Living Way
Instead of the unguided meanderings of mediocrity
– tantalizing, torrential strayings,
woeful wayward webs of distraction –
…
Instead of the misguided dead-ends of perverted inversions
– the downward nosedives into damnation,
into merciless pits of destruction –
Instead of trial and error
upon
trial and error
upon
trial and error
Can I awaken?
Can I rise?
Can I come to discover…
the wondrous living way
of mercy, of forgiveness,
of guidance, of grace?
Can I come to savor
a brand new day?
Can I come to unlearn ignorance
and a true witness be?
Can I get to know
the treasure hidden within me,
and letting go of all else,
let it enliven, enlighten, and enlove
all that may be…
let it sing, let it dance,
let it shine ‘n uncover,
let it live the living wonder of reality
ever so lovingly?
Uncover all that’s around me
in its great glory
and its small wondrous beauty?
Can the cover be lifted?
Can what is within me
and what is all around me,
the inside and the outside…
meet in integrity
– in one true, sideless, living reality
embracing all sidereal realities?
Can I be as I am meant to be?
Can I see as I am meant to see?
Can I witness things as they truly are
– behold the heart of the matter
with the luminous eye of the heart –
and be free?
Can any of this be
when I stand in the way
and eclipse or distort the light
of the Sun of Reality?
No wonder things look like
deranged monstrosity…
No wonder things sound like
absurd cacophony…
No wonder things reek of
the stench of perfidy…
No wonder…
when the wondrous eye of the heart,
the living witness of infinite marvels,
is buried alive beneath
the lightless, listless luster
of artificially generated images
of the highest resolution,
bombarding eyes into blindness.
No wonder we have eyes…
but cannot see.
No wonder…
when the ear of the heart
no longer hears the living word,
filled to the brim ‘n stuffed shut
as the ears are with artificially
generated surround sound,
noise of the most sophisticated,
realistic mis-quality,
of unprecedented dis-harmony.
No wonder we have ears…
but cannot hear.
No wonder…
No wonder…
No wonder…
Let me let go of
the forger of distortions,
the fabricator of deviations,
the insidious simulator of solutions,
the me who says “I am ye”.
Let me let go of
the insidious imposter
that would bedevil
the wondrous living way
and with every trial
tempt me to try and fall
into error upon error
night and day
– and all in the name of innocuous,
innovative trial and error –
blowing me off course
on tragic mis-adventures
rife with doubt ‘n denial,
dismissal ‘n disparagement…
that desert souls in deserts of desolation,
that cast souls into dungeons of despair.
Let me not waste away!
Nay!
Let me not waste away!
Deliver me from the delusion
of merely appearing to be…
a deracinated, desiccated roaming thing,
an uprooted wingless
or broken-winged beast,
a serpentine simulation
without head or heart or tail,
slithering, slinking, hissing on the surface
ever so smoothly, ever so artificially…
ever so body-lessly, ever so soul-lessly,
ever so heart-lessly, ever so spirit-lessly…
devoid of all verticality,
of all that is needed
to know the one thing needful,
the one worth living for,
the one worth dying for.
Let me not waste away!
Nay!
Let me not waste away!
Show me the way!
Show me the wondrous living way!
Deliver me from being
neither dead nor alive
but a mere seeming specter persisting…
from neither journeying nor abiding…
from rushing or trudging
in no man’s no land –
indefinite, shape-shifting
artificial landless wastescapes
not merely fallow
for want of cultivation
or the rise in urban industrialization,
no!
Fallow by vice of
sowing seamless sophisticated systems
set to bury alive ‘n suffocate
— that is, nicely use —
inhabitants they take to be
soul-less spirit-less things…
bury alive beneath
artificial wastescapes without land,
dazzling and glamorous artificial expanses
devoid of spiritual, imaginal, sensible reality;
devoid of spirit, soul, and body…
landless virtual wastescapes
of infra-natural, infra-human dis-integrity.
Nay! This is not the way!
Let me not waste away!
This cannot be the way! Nay!
From unguided distraction and misguided destruction…
from all this woeful indignity deliver me!
Show me the way!
Show me the wondrous living way!
Let me be of those who are truly guided,
guided on the true living way…
the living way of no return to cacophony;
the living way that returns and restores
to primordial harmony;
the living way that would deliver me
to the truly good life
of small yet precious beauty;
the living way of life most true.
Let me not be a fish out of water.
Let me pass away
from multi(ne)farious fragmented fixations,
from engrossing mirages
all too empty, all too temporary…
and pass into the living wellspring
flowing from the fullness of life,
the abiding oasis of eternity.
Let me be of those who are truly guided,
guided on the wondrous true living way…
the living way whose living breath
is my living destination,
the destination that is a destiny
rooted in the grace of true felicity…
so that when all is said and done,
nothing remains
but a most eloquent silent testimony:
Wonder of wonders,
blissful witnessing heart of Reality!