GLUT        

             
              
such tyrannies              
these gods of mind              
which suffocate              
the pure divine              
simplicities of              
a love sublime              
beyond all human              
comprehension              
in endless wars              
of circumstance              
and consequence              
entangled in              
the laws of man              
right and wrong              
good and bad              
blind tradition              
and common sense              
knowledge              
faith and ignorance              
heads filled              
to spilling brim              
with need              
desire and suffering              
to stay in step              
with each new              
souless            
compromise              
spirits ill              
with gross excess              
hearts polluted              
from neglect              
spiritual disconnection              
from all creation              
as one sacred              
whole              
truth distracted              
by illusion              
mass addiction              
to material confusion              
sacredness of life              
transformed              
as the world              
itself becomes              
defensive realm              
of perpetual fear              
lost within              
humanitys denial                
of eternal truths              
forgotten              
with most enslaved              
to the pressuring              
molds of time              
to countless              
prescribed standards                   
of human  cultural              
definitions              
expectations        
and traditions         
whose social              
and moral deviations                
complicate and constipate            
the natural              
pranic  spiritual flow              
of my once more            
fluid life              
whose religious demons            
for too many              
long              
insufferable years            
so mercilessly              
infiltrated my life            
my mind              
my dreams                 
haunting my sense            
of true              
inner peace                
though many              
years later now              
i eventually came            
to see              
to find            
genuine hope                
wonder and love              
beauty              
magic and grace              
can still              
be found                
here and there              
in this increasingly              
suffocating world              
of mass  material            
self strangulation            
though much              
too often                
its illusions              
still appear            
as some sudden                
convenient oasis                
of near idyllic              
solution              
amid some otherwise              
seemingly barren        
desperate horizon              
of so little            
believable          
hope at all              
yet which upon                
closer              
more conscious              
inspection            
far too often                         
turn out              
to only be          
little more than            
just another      
completely misleading      
blind  empty      
fleeting      
soullessly empty      
false  illusory          
         mirage