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WE SEERS
put any open
page
before me
and words
will usually
arise
into form
most times
all on
their own
to fall
autumnal
silently
into poems
all bound
up in
or free
from any
specific
discernible meaning
at all
open ended
non linear
abstract oblique
impressionistic
subconsciously
born
or otherwise
mysteriously
channeled
free form flow
spill
or spew
spontaneous leakage
or summoned
purge
either way
a necessary
release
some are called
blessed
or burdened
with
much like
a life long
curse
or letter filled
cross
to bear
and birth
again and again
repeatedly
throughout
our lives
in which
man
may question
and his
gods
may answer
or not
the questions
that mankind
keeps asking
but who knows
in essence
just who
we really are
beyond
the questions
we ask
ourselves
or not
and the answers
we find
may discover
or are mysteriously
given at times
which
we each
and all
either readily accept
or may slowly
come around
in time
to eventually
either blindly
or resonantly
believe in
or perhaps
only question
further
because we re
only mortal humans
imperfect in our
free willed natures
although
some of us
more free spirited
creative types
misunderstood
by almost everyone
throughout our entire lives
who neither live
nor think inside
any kind of box
who innately
sense and see
a boundlessly
much bigger
completely
non linear
multi dimensional
picture
of this world
we live in
and all that is
beyond
as well
from and into which
we chose to come here
to be born into
at this time
to openly question
everything
in this failing human world s
too long stuck
ongoing
toxic status quo s
unsustainable
dying archaic
self destructive
lower consciousness
old paradigm
to filter through it all
and creatively transform
this seemingly
solid
illusory world
we nonetheless
here presently
each and all
still live upon and in
into more enlightened
open infinite possibilities
into over worded
beasts
and breathless
butterflies
that inhabit
dreamlike realms
just beyond
the reach
of most
yet easily
accessible
in some of us
within our innate
own
for those
of us
who can see
right through
and even farther
beyond
the fictitious
temporal limits
of this mere
physical
illusory world s
three dimensional form
and this
present
ever increasingly
challenging
so called
reality
we all live in
and journey
through
with others
but still
despite all that
we each and all
must
and can only
enter
and leave
into and from
our sacred journeys
here
each and every
time around
from our first breath
to our last
all
on our own
alone
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