Masochistic Perceptions, Trials and Truths

These are my cyberfied cerebral synapses ricocheting off reality as I perceive it: thoughts, opinions, passions, rants, art and poetry...

Sunday, November 23, 2008


Charlatan's March

Posthumous shadows of
mystics and sages
seeping, leaking blackness
impostors block incinerating sun
with their inflammable pages,
sheltering in voided darkness
leading toward the abyss,
disconnected dust swirls
under each sole,
light and weighted, whirling,
dizzy, disoriented, falling, enlightened but unobserved;
forgotten – lost
seen only by great apes gazing through treetops
on high, waiting to return to the tegument below
to begin anew.

3 Comments:

  • At 8:07 PM , Blogger K.Lawson Gilbert said...

    And so it goes, from life to death and death to life. We come full circle in our existence and in our knowledge. No matter the vehicle -it is the destination that is important. True enlightenment. We will all be together.

    Gorgeous words and fantastic thoughts. Your poem put me in a very meditative mood. I love the image, too. Thanks!

     
  • At 7:31 AM , Blogger Andrew Louis said...

    ~~~I dropped a comment in "Buddhist Ethics".~~~

     
  • At 8:10 PM , Blogger Minister of the Masochistic Truth said...

    I definitely focused on the common destination against a backdrop of spiritual hijacking to serve the ego of many "spiritual" leaders. We are losing so much of life's essence in the modern era, sacrificing substance for convenience. One need only look at the decline in inter-personal relationships in North America to observe the social disconnect; also a mirror for spiritual alienation and disillusionment. It's sad, the decline of pleasantries, community, Art and so forth... there is so much more to the big picture, yet we seem unable to trust and too busy to be as one, chasing pay cheques and all the other consumer trappings.

     

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