Mime speak
Charles Fields II 1955 (Fort Bragg, NC)
Gazing at my life
from an obscure vantage point,
Where, it’s as if i see myself
as someone else might
Looking through the mists
my only reference point
Entwined, with others
in an evolving state
Of converging views of reality
On a course,
at best, with indeterminate cues
Navigating by means
lost in the wind and time
Within my mind, a personal realm
Where tasked to engineer the clearest reception
If, not only my perceptions
of simple truths
And reflections
shadows of certainty and doubt
Raised, by
other potential entities,
Affected by my course
in choices And perspectives
of inertial guidance
Of future primitive design
Knowing as if blind,
answers to questions
Not yet asked,
still, found at the periphery
Where imagination touches reality
Leaving myself
with an imprint of design,
Which defies logic
Not, just without a plan
Each step written freehand
To wander, beyond
the demand of the knowing
To venture
into the known, inclined,
About the axis of all that’s central
to a universal stream as it flows
about us its position, uncharted
Yet, goes everywhere
we might ever dream to be
In the unknown focused, perhaps
On some far distant place
We cannot know with these limited shells
Of energetic auras which we possess
But for a moment
save, going to the well of souls
somewhere beyond the reach of time
perhaps within a star,
with the i Dream
While others watch
and see us floundering
By the nature of our presence
Emanate an aura about ourselves,
Written into The faces of ones Like us
Readings of a clock, pulsations of energy
expressed in heartbeats
within changing tides,
As we drift, awhile
Following its current
Sensing awareness
besides our own
Whether, or not in use
a supreme entity
We are clearly not alone
We have one another
Perhaps, following
an odd set of circumstances
Something we might call humanity
Allowed intelligence to be a separate view
For us human beings to pursue
With a preferential ceding of life's necessities,
Discerning needs from wants
Only when it suits our present calling
All, while falling into a deeper well
Where we cling to a portion of
A reality of ever changing planes of being
Continuously in the process
Realigned almost as if, half existing,
Completely between the lines
Of a world which becomes
of what we make it
Of spiritual significance,
by practical design,
Relativity, of dimensions
which cross paths?
In ways beyond
insight seen,
through this brief sojourn,
of a continuum of lifetimes
Finding, too often
the particles of what matters?
To us scattered
our inheritance, abandoned
In the lost and found
a sense of order
Bound in promises
of gradually evolving
Interventions, our intentions
All, but clear, and so
As we, gather
in our collective mind
As if, rehearsed
and sign, to one another
As if, we were forbidden
by the supreme authority
To speak on this matter
of grave importance
To us, all
lost and confused because,
those of us taken by the illusion
are few and far between
And those
who cannot perform?
By false pretense
energies are spent
Our calculations
done, concluding,
We are only
skipping stones
Over the mass graves
and broken bones
Where those spoken words
led us to war
About the
very same things,
We most
lacked
and by,
not questioning
The motives of those
we supposed, best knew
The answers
only to find,
they too, lacked
Access to underlying principles
(Knowing, just the facts)
They were not the directors
Only the dancers
By whose authority
in the only means
Of thought imaginable
to the ends
For that
Which must be achieved
We must be led
To Act
C2
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Submitted by Charles2 on September 14, 2023
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