Ourabourous
"They may be the head of the beast, but we are its body. The head guides us fruitlessly when the body's heart has been lost, gone astray. We are the lungs that breathe in the world, the stomach that digests what the universe feeds us, we are the hands that shape the world around us, the feet that take us to our destiny. Even when the mouth speaks eloquent lies, or our eyes turn from truth, or our mind seeks solace in delusion; the heart still knows the truth. When you waken with every cell in your body, and teach the mind to see what the heart knows, the eyes are opened, the "ego" (id?) is subdued, the mouth speaks truth, and our thoughts return to compassion and wisdom. With these things, we do not work our hands to the bone; when our feet are weary, we massage the ache from them while they rest from their burden; but the heart must never stop caring.
Parts are replaced by the machine: a wall is built between heart and mind, strangling each. Fear is the mind-killer; sorrow and pain burden the heart. When the mind finds courage to understand the heart, there is a gate.
When the heart can calm it's passions to see reason, and understand necessity, then strength is found enough to walk through the gate. Beyond the gate lies communion: the wholeness of one being. With wholeness of being, doubt and certainty fade into nothing against the blinding light of truth.
Is this a poem? I'm not sure...
m_g
Parts are replaced by the machine: a wall is built between heart and mind, strangling each. Fear is the mind-killer; sorrow and pain burden the heart. When the mind finds courage to understand the heart, there is a gate.
When the heart can calm it's passions to see reason, and understand necessity, then strength is found enough to walk through the gate. Beyond the gate lies communion: the wholeness of one being. With wholeness of being, doubt and certainty fade into nothing against the blinding light of truth.
Is this a poem? I'm not sure...
m_g