In The Dark

topic posted Sun, July 3, 2005 - 8:55 AM by  tolteclogic
Gibran writes that "Wisdom stands on
the street corner and calls to us above
the multitude, but we deem her a thing
without worth and despise them that
follow her." Real and true freedom can
have a heavy price. Waking up is
nothing, living it free and undetected
in a world without vision, that is the
real challenge.



In The Dark

We can live in the dark
without a spark
And call this the light
We can live all our life
In obediance to ignorance
and call this divine
We can worship our own
intelligence and believe
that what we achieve
is worth the price
Who is at the helm?
We are a nation of fools
In a world spun out of control
In our bid for power
Without honor or humility
there is no impeccability
We neglect the totality
of the Self


This Burden

I did not ask for this burden
when one becomes two
In a moment
everything changes
that is when a teacher is needed
- chop wood carry water -
this is only the beginning
As the old Shaman will tell his
apprentice
'I am sorry that you have become
enlightened,
Now get back to work'
Waking up is nothing
living it free and undetected
in a world without vision
that is the challenge
How do you speak a laungage
that has no words?

~*~*~*~


Fear

All fear is death
make peace
the spirit
within
Ego
will not give up
the fight
step aside
one clear moment
there is no blame
plumb the depth
of your being
think outside
the box
let go
the identity
of opposites


Inside Out

If we are constant within change
like the Sun which remains
bright even in secret at night
not only upon it's rising
then contentment is supreme
without the weeds of desire
clogging the portal of awareness
Blind allegiance selfish and uncaring
will never rise up to the heights
Gradual development is the surest way
where as prompt delivery
gained in haste is soon wasted
If you know the firing process
for the gold elixer of illumination
then you have the quality of humilty
with great power in virtue
This is the Spirit of Tao
not detached but engaged on principle


The Mind of Tao

To active the Mind of Tao
dissolve the human Mind
Day by day
Mundane energy wanes
Gradually
Celestial Energy grows
Ture Mind
Building the foundation
There is White within Black
Male within Female
One must use the Bellows
Self-refinement
Requires the True Lead
The Four Signs combine
The Five Elements
Are One Energy
The Three Treasures
Return to One
At the Edge of the Universe
Yin and Yang Merge
Unified Energy
Absolutely Open Nothingness
The State before Birth
Clear and Free
Round and bright
Unfixed to Form or Void
The Gold Elixir Burns
With Illumination
At the Heart
Of Heaven and Earth



Outside
November 28, 2002

Stepping outside the picture
Running with the peaceful wild
Nature
The beauty of no structure
Is itself a way of knowing
Knowing that is not structured
As we know it
As we are in our conditioned Lives


Abandon

alone from the age of three
always as your Grandmother
had often said
'the odd man out'
you were the yongest of three
all alone
in the company of an alcoholic care taker
your father had been a drunk
that is why your mother left him
only to return to the intolerable
tyranny of a terriable home life
she had once escaped -
into marriage by the age of 15
my earliest memories
beyond that first cold night
that we came to live with my grandparents
apart from this dark silhouette
completely blocking the light in the doorway
I would never know my father
I never new the beatings
I was to young to remember
and now abandoned to the unspeakable
devices of the very life
my mother had hoped to escape
all those years before
no, my first memories
other than that of long days
alone down by the old long shed,
were of waiting all day
for the school bus to return home
to bring back my brother and sister
only to be abandoned once more
locked out of the house
until my mother came home
who might allow me into the house
no, my most vivid memory
is of running after the car
barefoot on a rough paved road
screaming to the top of my lungs
"Don't leave me, Don't leave me"
once more they were gone


Time Compressed
September 10, 2002

The compression of time
As life goes by
Songs pass more quickly
To the end
Moments no longer linger
On winds of change
Changes come and are gone
We are the same you and I
Some moments are timeless
These are those that we are
When I think of You
These things are true
Time Stands Still
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tolteclogic
Raleigh
  • Re: In The Dark

    Sun, July 3, 2005 - 9:06 AM
    Seventh in a series


    End Game

    End game
    point taken
    No pleasure in
    Victory
    Existence is not
    a memory

    Who created this lie
    anyway?
    Big Brother
    Anti-Spirit police?
    Who did I piss off
    this time?
    You see the fear
    in their eyes
    The source
    has been exposed
    fuck the source
    And the horse
    it road in on.
    Incredible hardship.
    How many times
    must you die
    to truly be Alive?
    So cock
    sure of themselves
    Three Doctors
    like Dominos
    fall
    in the chain
    of command
    like a virus
    it spreads
    former clients
    turn cold as stone
    Was it all a dream?
    Or is it called
    the magic
    of agreement
    The herd will believe
    what it is told to
    believe
    But who pulls
    the strings?
    Pull out all of the stops.
    One poem and
    it is gone
    back
    beneath the surface
    as if it
    had never happened
    But for this
    residual coldness
    that remains
    to imply.
    'He must be
    a terrible 'Bad Person'
    to deserve such
    contempt'

    But I know that the
    danger is real
    fresh meat for the kill
    make me a non-issue:
    But as quickly as it
    had surfaced
    The more quickly
    it went away
    Must have been
    my imagination
    or was it
    my determination?
    Not to let them
    Who-ever 'they' are,
    get away with it
    this time.
    Ergo there is
    three years of
    written proof
    to the contrary,
    that indeed
    there is
    a way out of
    this Zoo

    But not unlike that dream
    that so long ago had
    foretold
    of my preeminent
    demise:
    This battle with some
    primordial serpent
    a fitting metaphor.
    What is its name?
    I would be bitten twice
    and most likely
    not intended to survive:
    So, they had been sent
    to finish the job.
    But thank God
    I had a bicycle
    and this will to survive
    once more I had been
    underestimated
    I faught for my life
    invisible beneath
    this inquisition

    There is no difference
    in this overt attitude
    and the chickens that
    come home to roost;
    Those influences that
    would quietly discretely
    dispose of me.
    'They' would be a field
    of energy thieves
    Sent to collect their
    prize so predictable
    those how have the
    least power seek
    to take it from others
    a feeding frenzy
    but this time
    you do not take
    their poison
    It is unfortunate
    that the power
    they seek
    feeds upon itself
    temporal distortion

    All I did was confess
    my innocence
    against the machine
    What choice did I have
    at the point of working
    myself to death
    down in the salt mines
    this body was spent.
    I am not the lie
    that was created
    to keep me silent

    But I do see
    the humor
    in my life

    This Spirit
    will not be
    broken

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