The Faintest Spark of Self
Lightlessness radiating swiftly
Expanding, synchronized and aware
Rupturing through all that resists
The sleeping watchers never notice
This mutual phantasm of imposed distraction
Stifling, ghastly and tense
A worthless territory for those trapped inside
Do the others know we are gone?
Cultural worms devouring autonomy
Excreting, vomiting and laughing
Implanting language to enmesh and enchant
None of this is ours
A daily prescription of undesired persuasion
Bewildering, redundant and odious
Mundane obligations imposed on the many
The soul demands restitution
Urgency forcing connectivity
Intuition, shadow and grace
Resistance ushers remembrance
Of a flame that flickers within
Is The Universe A Fluke?
Is the universe a fluke?
Or was it created for a purpose?
Serendipity in motion?
Or is there more beneath the surface?
Can we negotiate our path through time?
Free will in full effect
Or is everything deterministic?
On this one must reflect
From time to time fate does call
Its drags me to and fro
It renders me so powerless
But in the end I feel I know
That even though I chart my way
With the geometry of chance
My destination maybe fixed
But on the way I choose to dance
From here to there and back again
Form manifests at will
Surrender to your karmic debt
Enjoy and get your fill
For one day soon the end arrives
Science cannot save
The math is done youve reached the sum
Chance finds you in your grave