Many Things

Invisibly, the power builds into the many
things that we receive. Beyond our human
sight and implications, the magic plays
in greater fantasy than we have learned
to believe real. Swirls of color merge and
blend, just out of time and space and place,
preponderating only purity of being.

Patiently, they incubate within a greater
womb than we can know or yet perceive.
Our human heritage is limiting - at times
constricting all that we were born to come
to be. And we give in, too easily, to all the
growing trends of multitude. Rare, if ever,
do we take the time to just consider
everything that tries to take its place
within our lives, and thus reality.

Anxiety is labeled as a tension and then
laid aside. Gaining strength, perhaps we
might imbibe a certain kind of chemical
reaction. Guaranteed to make us feel
the way our culture says that we should
feel. The side affects are rarely bound
within consideration. Just keep on moving,
that is the need as seen by those in power -
rushing with the crowd, no matter what
it takes. Leave the contemplation for the
few who dare to take the time for the grace
of their consideration to set in.

Follow - never dare to lead - this is the
teaching we received. Don't dare to seek
an alteration in the fabric of society.
The multitudes have long abided these,
the many rules and roles that compromise
their souls; if only they might fit within
the groove and be held safe and warm
within the swarm they call normality.

Silence now! Just sit and listen once again
to the incompetence we name our
government. Else suffer consequences
meant to bring you to your knees. And
here it is that love of heart is beaten
to the ground. Abide the many laws,
no matter what the circumstances come
to mean. And if ever you once dare
to scream or rage in a rejection of the
wealth that never came to you - beware!

Have you ever shared a quiet conversation
with another one who cares? Or walked in
silent satiation, air become to dear to hold
a word? Or dared to touch another being,
seemingly in need, with understanding and
an empathy that only we can give each other?
Child-like, these moments that bring
meaning to our lives.

As invisibly, the power builds into the many
things that we receive. Beyond our human
sight and implications, the magic plays
in greater fantasy than we have learned
to believe real. Swirls of color merge and
blend, just out of time and space and place,
preponderating only purity of being.
And here it is that love lives on
into eternity...

? Michaelette ?

12/6/2001
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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