The Next Layer
For what reason
For what reason does a being spit forth into the silent darkness?
For what reason does he seek connection, to others, to himself, to the universe?
For what reason is there knowledge of what is sought?
For what reason does he wonder, and seek, and strive?
Only partially stewed, though full of hunger
He reaches through the fathomless air before him
For what reason?
Hot and sticky, sharp and biting
It snarls through clenched yellow teeth
Hissing its ugly, guttural slippery voice
So full of bitterness and bile and self-righteous sneering
Ignorance its foul ally, doused in envy
It feeds no one, not even itself, instead starving
within inches of its supple prey
It is beyond tactile expression, the feeling of lonely knowledge
No congratulations, instead a bitter sneer from the galley
He tells himself it doesn't matter, and it doesn't. Yet it does.
They push and prod and stomp with a clamorous thumping
But it really doesn't matter. And he says it again. And it doesn't.
He stops, and feels, and absorbs the sinewy reality
And though it feels less than what he expected it to be
He knows it is real. Deep, down, in a space that we know and understand.
And pauses in quiet contemplation
Waiting for the anger to pass, and for the clouds to part
And even sometimes, when they do not, they do.
And he walks back into the sunshine.
The next layer
In the next layer, these things no longer matter
Whether there's an audience of silent admirers
Just doesn't hold any kind of persuasive power
In fact there is no power outside, only that within
And no one can really understand it, even if they can relate
And perhaps that's the only reason we try anyway
To just relate, and enhance the acceptance of the internal knowing
That was just waiting to be understood and absorbed
In its complete and unadulterated beauty and power
Rip the roof off and feel the fullness of the sun
It's heat and light are just waiting to get through
and illuminate the fullness of being
that is alive and pulsating through you
In the next layer.
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