Life always brings something challenging
To explore and explain,
To find meaning and purpose
Seeking awareness in knowing.
But, just when one gets comfortable . . .
I wish I knew
If I should awaken you
Or if it is I who is asleep,
Some of both is stirring deep.
So open the doors of perception
As our time closes in upon us.
I never knew I’d be watching
What ends for humanity.
I can see the decline
With just a brief summary of history
Along with the other mystery
Which is human creativity.
It seems the victory
Will bring extinction
Without distinction
Without assimilation in reality.
There is no future for a human mentality
Held prisoner in belief’s history.
And though I see it to be
Something of meaning’s failure
It remains a kind of moral pathology
Coming unglued in behavior’s ancient neurology.
Sooo . . . many lay buried
In the common ground of different beliefs
Warring at the foundations of each
In another fantasy out of reach
Until in the End
When each has killed the other
In murder disguised in morality
Believing themselves to have died for Divinity.
Saving the Human’s time
Has come to the end of its Destiny.
All meaning in Divinity’s fantasy is blind.
Most are not so much unable
As unwilling
To look with integrity’s vision at what is real.
Thus causing the death of meaning
In self importance twisted.
Only the emptiness of the self is real
When all is counted.
How do we restore meaning into vitality?
I can understand the dreams of believing,
What I can’t accept is this:
How can believing replace knowing
And fail to accept what is true?
It is believing that has not kept up with reality.
But never mind,
Nature is telling
Not asking.
Knowing is believing’s ending.