Monday, September 29, 2014
The world is full of Gurus.
The all-knowing, all-seeing, profiteers of prophecies.
They have all the answers.
People speaking in tongues but nobody knows what they're saying.
The Breathetarians who claim not to eat nor drink, just to be.
Walking on red hot coals, kissing poisonous snakes, drinking strychnine.
Are we real or just holograms in the mind of Brahma?
Step on a crack, break your mother's back.
So where is the promised paradise?
The beginning of the end is almost but not quite here….
What if we run off the track of destiny and end up back where we started?
Why can't we be in more than one place at a time?
I think we can be in multiple places at one time.
And be in multiple times in one place.
So which came first the chicken or the Archaeopteryx?
© Sept 25, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach
Posted by Philip DeLoach at 10:34 PM
I feel like a tree that is slowly losing it's leaves
and wondering if there will ever be another Spring.
A rebirth, a renewal.
We have all the questions and all the answers.
Sorting them into truth and lies is our task.
I need to feel that the struggles of life have a purpose,
beyond the span of our puny lifetime.
One day Love and light will be all there is.
Or complete oblivion will be our reward.
Getting off the wheel of life.
Who is to say what is real anymore?
You can only follow what your heart and your gut tells you.
It may still end in nothing, but
at least we tried.
© Sept. 15, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach
Posted by Philip DeLoach at 10:32 PM