Sunday, January 16, 2011

yes, maybe...

and i'm thinking that maybe a time will come
when the striving won't feel so
in vain
when the vanity won't fall
upon the slumped shoulders of a crumbling façade
that once was the me i used to know.
the someone i thought i never was.
now, just flaky pieces of hard cement,
of dandruff upon lapels,
and lint found in the bottom of your right, jean pocket.

and i'm thinking that this will all just be a dream
a grand fantasy conjured up by a 100-foot tall giant
gas bubble burping and hiccuping through time and space
hurtling towards the outer edges of consciousness
and back towards the source
to all that once was
to who we thought we were going to be.
and i'm feeling the vibrations as they ripple and wind into a great interwoven fabric
this tertiary existence gives birth
pungent aromas permeate and sound pierces the silence.
spirit is penetrated.

and i'm thinking that maybe a time will come
when this is enough, just exactly as it is
when an awakened soul has arrived
into this moment, now,
looks around and thinks
"yes,
this
is
it."