The Lotus of Life

Whenever do you think “Joe,
This might not be such a good idea”?
Whenever do you think “Relax,
Just take it easy”?
Why is everything just a
Philosophical discussion,
or an intense argument?
Why is it so lonely to be
on the outside looking in?
Who are your true friends?
And what traps have your enemies hidden?
Is your power true, or just
An overzealous imagination?
In every beautiful community,
there could be someone
out to get you.
“Just because you’re paranoid
doesn’t mean they’re not
out to get you!”
What is necessary?
What is irrelevant?
Who is what?
and what is whom?
Have you, not so carefully,
burned a bridge again?
What have you gained,
and what have you lost?
Are you slipping into
the hole again,
which leads to the dark
abyss?

Are you treating
your body well,
or is it your own little
personal hell?
Is your mind in touch
with nature’s flow?
Is society an infestation?
Are Communities a farce?
And what is the
web of life,
but a spider’s curse?
Are you still in touch
with reality,
Or are you building
invisible walls?
What paths are left,
after all the rest
have been swallowed up
by the Earth?
What roads can lead you
through the quagmire of
personal reality?
Do you create your destiny,
or give life unto fate?
Or, is it but a
fucked up mixture of the two?
Do you control your Natural Elements?
Does the universe control your soul?
Exit scene, without
an exit line?
Invisible features
disappearing into the infinite.
Why seek to control another man’s soul,
when you can’t control your own?
“Let her go, boys,
heal your home boys,”
as the song sails away?
As our hearts are lifted,
and our minds are gifted,
Why shall we build anew?
We, who can create
crystal cities,
With gem filled palaces,
and precious halls,
shall one day have the fate
of the ants who crawl
up, onto the human hand,
only to be squashed
between the fingers
of a master extraterrestrial
race of beings.
Are we masters of
our elements,
controllers of our
destinies?
When the heat rises,
shall our passions
slip away?
Sleeping, in the breathless
morning of dawn’s true light.
The craft of an artist,
bitterly true,
and harshly honest,
canceling out the nature
of the kind and generous
spirit.
The higher plane of love
is a grasp out of reach.
And the song is slipping away.
Being a ray of sunshine
on a sunny, Monday afternoon.
Lost in the foggy,
meditative haze.
When is enough, enough,
and when and when is your
energy spent?
And what are the limits
of your powers?
Who’s life is going nowhere?
And is nowhere where I’d like to be?
Be very aware of who
wants your kind of love.
Be careful as to know
who is ready and willing for
your emotions.
With haters and hurters,
will any community be
peaceful and supportive to all?
When the wicked and
cruel users fall,
We shall rise and
stand and rise together,
because we are kind,
loving and understanding.
Together, we cannot fail.
Be a player in the
game of life.
I am not a mindless pawn,
Yet am I a mystical bishop?
A wandering knight?
A castle rook, and a source of power?

my power extends the
reach of the
King and Emperor,
Yet I fall short in the
limitless power of
The Queen and Empress,
Yet if reason falters,
and I fail to serve
those around me,
my power shall slip away
into the empty void,
towards that abyss of oblivion.
Which threads of the
web are mucky, turned black?
Yang, impersonating the Yin,
Like the mystic of destruction.
Who are the Judas Iscariots,
turned Antichrists, in
the world at large?
We must work to know
those who are the
frauds and phonies
in our lives.
Who are those bound by
money, and sex, and power?
Can one enjoy, without
becoming an utter slave?
Trusting the truth of
your physical senses
is a dangerous road to travel,
For there are senses besides,
In which deep insight resides.


Clarity involves not
simply a clear optical
and audio sensibility.
Forget the pure virtue
of mercy,
and find the ultimate
meaning of true karmic justice,
And your world shall be
reborn in a new light.
Live fruitful lives of
passion, creation, love and beauty,
balanced by peaceful splendors,
and the beautiful grace of
nature’s silent glare,
and the universe’s eerie stare.
Spin a spiral web, of spiritual,
humanistic, societal wonder,
in which the people
revel and grow.
Rise, like the
Lotus of Life.