The Free Thinkers Ministry

 

 

            How my mind meanders,

How it often twists unwittingly!

Does this infer I give a game away;

An implausible contest that implies –

Only dualism on the brow?

                                Maybe!

 

                Maybe I’m stuck playing head tennis

Like a rogue smoking council block resin,

Trying to find meaning in acts I find demeaning

And everything and anything is possible,

                Or so you think, as you lay

Within the constraints  of a form you didn’t ask for.

 

                It is a curse!

A worst case scenario from adagio

To pianissimo and all within a second

Of when the chord was struck,

And the heckling betrays their fears that,

                That,

Upon the mind of everyone,

Upon the constant chatter and the natter

Of your thoughts,

                                There is upon the globe

A third permissive way.

 

                If you step outside the box

For just a moment, a minute of your time,

You can see all irregularities we try to order

And objectively,

                                You disengage awhile

The absurdity of the notion that,

                                                                                That,

Man is only here to be constrained – restrained

Within the confines of a never ending tug o war.

 

                Be not pulled by this I say,

Or by that, that which makes the levelling

Of psyche a detrimental cause,

Be open I concur!

                                Make the very rope,

Then throw upon a mortal the very lifeline

That is needed, and save another virtue

From the battling of the wall.

 

                I’m preaching yet again I guess,

But it’s just that,

                                That,

I don’t want to see you lose your life

And become a vacant just existing –

A being without living and tending other

                                                                                                Souls,

                There is gratitude to give

For the gift that you behold,

And loathed I’ve been for many years

To accept the very same that falls within

Your scorn,

                But your birth was no mistake,

Neither mine or his or hers.

 

Realize the gift!

Realize the concept of inherent joy

Inside,

And find the heart adorned to you

That you keep within your conscience –

A blind side single point of view,

That happiness, is your grasp,

Outside your reach!

 

Your life was born to live,

To live within a free state of being,

Grab it and make it home to your compassion,

And know,

                Enlightenment soon come!

 

 

Michael J Waite 0225hrs 26^th August 2010.