And so I look up to the stars And each cluster represents arbitrary patterns Some of nostalgia in a spiritual place Where the past, present and future collide And some of the representation of infinity Where the limits of thought know no boundaries And how such visions open the doors To an abundance of tests, quizzing in absolute Underscored by audacity, to dream of a better way Or a future fulfillment open to all that acknowledge this And as such, an urgency to realize this spawns From the direct violation of societal obligations Some are struck be these stars directly Like a electric current exiting the truth in humanity A wise man will remember these images, realizations And paint on their spiritual canvas, a map A step by step mission statement rising organically A fool will pass away with the next morning and wake Into the same mental imprisonment, boxed in Into the status quo of cheap talk and false ideologies They will wither It is in this personal struggle of our spiritual state That the award to those who capitalize on opportunity Cross over the line of cheap living and into eternity Of everlasting Paradise set by the willingness to accept That there is only one truth in that we realize the impossible Impossible is a limitation set by learned behavior And if one could forget this conditioning and look We would see the patterns in the stars in a new way Reborn in a sense that a personal intuition will decide What is important to the soul and what is merely a trend Worn on the sleeves of flesh .
I'm trying to fall away from pride. That said, can I get some thoughts, critique or more importantly, your interpretation of the above ? thanks my fellow writers.
First off I want a royalty check for using my name in your title. Ok here goes....some people break the cycle and become their own original self with no worries of what others think, and that is a good thing because the wise will utilize this vast endless opportunity to be themselves and let that joy fill them. I like this line, "impossible is a limitation set by learned behavior" sounds like a famous quote from someone famous...good shit I like the way you've poetically explored this topic. Also you claim that this has something to do with your pride. Since you said that I can agree that pride probably stems from the fact that other people and society exist. How could someone be proud if they did not have societal foundations from which to measure? Good story, not as deep as I am use to from you, though. I still like the booby poem!
Thanks dawg. Pride measured in a spiritual sense which is not measured by the limitations bound in society get back in the rstl