Process of Life
Moments past,
Take with it future hope,
Leave behind present guilt,
Chaining you to your judgement.
But each moment is renewed,
Like the passage of a stream,
The present need not be tied to the past,
As a new set of eyes or ears or a new breath or thought can unchain the present from what has been.
Past judgements left in the past,
The now, gives birth to new possibilities,
Which open new paths,
As the present allows for you to be born again.
Impulsive,
following the first thought,
the first desire,
the first pleasure.
Confused,
thinking that is what you are thinking,
that is what you want,
that is what you need.
Man being god,
he like the all-knowing sits above and watches,
observes the animals going about their business,
animals that are full of thought, desires, and pleasures,
who are constantly acting on impulses,
but He watches and observes,
You watch and observe,
the real you isn’t the first to act.
Breathing in heavenly air,
shrouded in stillness,
clear sight, clear mind,
choosing what you act upon,
the choice is godlike,
the choice is man,
the choice is you.
Eyes only for the bad leaves a darkened heart,
seeing, watching, consuming all that is wrong.
Eyes only for the good leave an ignorant heart,
overlooking, bypassing, ignoring the realities of life.
To neither be dark or ignorant,
to neither be cynical or idealistic,
rather, be aware of the self which is all of that and more,
through awareness, decency follows.
Eyes turned inwards,
peering into the shadowy pockets within as orbs of light shine and dim,
eyes outwards looking into the mirror,
the reflection shows all of mankind,
the shadow and light within mirrors all of mankind.
Consume enough hate and you’ll become hateful,
consume enough fear and you’ll become fearful,
consume enough goodness and you’ll become good,
consume enough knowledge and you’ll become intelligent.
Reflect on the difference and you’ll become different,
reflect on the similarities and you’ll become similar,
reflect on yourself and you’ll be one with mankind.
Nothing lasts,
sands of time bury the greatest of achievement,
the gravestones wither and take with them the names etched into those stones,
great men and women lost in the wind,
I’ll be lost in the wind,
these fears and anxieties,
worthless thoughts of reputation and concerns of other peoples opinions,
will mean nothing when the body is hollow.
So what’s the point in being concerned about such things?
what’s the point in feeding the fears,
in living anxiously,
in diming one’s own shine,
in reducing suffering which then reduces pleasure,
in avoiding pain,
in suppressing one’s dreams,
in allowing the illusion filled tomorrow to dictate the actions of the present.
Whose Aurelius?
whose Lincoln?
whose Gandhi?
just names that are occasionally remembered, for now,
one day their names will not toll.
Who are you?
that you think what you do is worthy of being remembered,
think of the meaninglessness and be free,
think of the pointlessness and be free,
think of the absurdity and be free,
think of death and be free.
Passing of the day,
the sun goes down,
another grain goes under,
how much time do I have left?
The seconds, minutes, hours,
daily, weekly, monthly, yearly,
all of it seems to go by,
all of life seems to go by,
yesterday a child,
today a child but grown,
tomorrow, nothing,
how much time before I go back home?
Before it’s all gone,
before it’s all for nothing,
before I set,
I wish to live,
simple, loving, alive living,
to spend the time my way,
am I that privileged?
I hope I haven’t used my luck thus far,
I hope I still have some in my back pocket,
so I can fail some more,
so I can laugh some more,
so I can feel some more,
before it’s all no more.
Eventually, my time will be up,
luck will be up,
life will be up,
remember, remember.
Learned Living 