Then The Separation Ends, August 13-September 1, 2013

We all wonder what really happens back there

Behind the eyelids

Where we desperately long for dry and crusty

Until the swelling of tears reminds us that

This cannot be a barren land.

That place behind the eyes sees
That truth, floating through time, a given day’s reality,

Fades into truthiness or lies.

Protective walls built against the world overflow

Truth breaches interior dams again and again, flows downstream into false lands

Making room for other truths, different realities

And I am lost in this land, always asking

Who am I?

But enough is enough, no more questions.

Who am I to know anything with certainty?

We all lie, love, seek truth, even revolution

We all try to do better, well not to do worse.

Multiple perspectives to unanswerable questions

Given purchase by seductive words and arguments and substances,

If not pinned to authenticity, transform

Honor and integrity into tools of punishment

               For me if not for you

Split from you, split from me

“Who am I?” now “Who are we?” causes a flood of tears in my not-barren land

Careful - questions might be heard as wishes.

Fear and grandiosity make learning the End Days.

But I did not sign to rewrite Revelations, this Personal Apocalypse.

“I did not ask for this!”  ("Yes, you did," replies the God-complex.)

Thick-walled dams, strong with time, failed.

Experience enthusiastically teaches a pain-pig

Opens him wide

A born-again whore of Babylon made to pass through the mirror

Not live in it.

From pain, the Who-am-I becomes pleasure:

There is no secret to life, only the living

Only the wonder

I am all of this but none of this

Free will set in motion

A universal duality, where two are one

Light and dark blended into gray, whole

Compartments without walls, dams blown to bits -

Then the separation ends