Walking, joyously contemplating proactive habits.
I’ve been an
evangelist for so many things -
Vocationally
held beliefs,
Occupationally
instilled processes,
Coerced
beliefs acquiesced to for expediency.
The death of
death is the beginning of life and
Fear of
punishment a limp cudgel.
And I place
myself under its obedience.
For ill.
For ease
that repeats its smarting blows.
And when on
the road the mind grows
Boundless out
of the six walls of society.
To the distant
past, the fogged future,
The soul may
ascend into the
Pillar of kiln-smoke
wrapping the quaking flame.
On the blacktop
runway, a foe arises.
Newly
arrived, this minivan affronts my mindful reverie
Some parent urged
by social tyranny of choice
Pilots this
convention of chattel life.
And now it is
directed at me.
And my
course never errs,
Though it
may be a foolish decision.
My focus is
on the headlight – I only ever look in one eye.
I approach,
the beacon grows.
Background
still as foreground quivers.
The peaceful
primordial pull of thoughts
Beckons the
return to simple contemplation –
Simplicity interfacing
with the world is the first casualty.
Long leg strides
unabated.
The orbits
of my body focused in their line.
I approach,
the vehicle draws closer.
From within,
the desire to maintain course of the psyche.
From
without, danger at the rush of the earthen elements danger.
Ground recedes
at an unnatural rate
As I ease to
one side or the other.
The vehicle
is next to me and there was no driver at all.
It wasn’t moving,
I was,
And I
stepped to the side, and the obstacle was no more.
I was moving
on,
Safe and returning
inward to receive the law of the noetic mind.
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