The Oracle

I am the oracle, I ruminate the many pasts that have been, could have been , foresee the futures that could be, would be. I observe cause, follow effect.

I, who see it all, see all things perceive what they can, consider all they can't. I swim in the fragrance of time.

I see perception become thought, thought become will & will turn into action. Action become cause and cause become effect, an endless cycle that continues for all eternity in this existence, at least.

Though my material form is but for a few blinks of existence in terms of the age of the cosmos, I am ever-present. I am perception itself. I was called upon this world unknowing and unwilling; and given a human body to keep...or maybe the human body keeps me..

I pity both the shortsightedness of the "Masters" and the fate of those who feel my presence. Feeling eternity could be a rather sad emotion for a human, they easily get attached to the physical form of things.

The tiny thing I hold within my claws, that, which they call the human soul is such a fragile thing...I shall keep it in a cage of brilliant gold. Do not mistake my intentions.

I do not want hold captives, for no one can be caged should they choose not to.... yet here we are, Me and him, we are now One..each caged within the other.

We need to be caged... and it is for the best..he or anyone for that matter, holds great power, as my vessel the power to affect the course of time,
perhaps that is why I am "just a part of his imagination" & no one would believe a word I speak......
perhaps it is for the best indeed.....

If all that we spake were to be reality, Chaos would descend.

He holds many very dear to his heart, so much that he chose to be my vessel in their stead, them being a more suitable ones, or so he seems to think, ignoramus of the fact that everyone holds me within themselves, some are aware, some are not.

And it is not far from the truth, for whoever holds me, and everyone does, whether they know it or not, will eventually weather down, erode and become a part of of the ever-present flux of "material" change.

Bearing eternity is not meant for the human mind, timelessness is beyond the reach of their comprehension, yet they call upon me repeatedly to satisfy their selfish greed,
to know the future that exists and yet does not.

Nothing is wrong or right, being this way is a part of their nature and yet.. strangely.. they still remain in denial.

I see it all unfold, born, evolve, degenerate & reborn.

And I see you too, storyteller, telling my story, for I am the ever-present perception who unfolds change and beholds time.