Gaping Precipice

 We stand before a gaping precipice

A choice, not of right or wrong,

But of existence and annihilation.

The system we have been subjects to

For as long as we can remember,

Has lost its moorings upon the bedrock

of the universally eternal.

Our lives seem ruled by crass materialism

While others see too much mysticism.

The middle way of moderation has been

Overgrown by the morass of indecent thought,

Purposeful lies, and dishonesty.

Its golden asphaltation is littered with

The droppings of the wild beasts of our desires.

To analyse this is not to help, because it is as if

One proclaims with great joy, the he has

Seen the color of the sky as being blue.

To what must we strive to let this golden path

Glisten once again in the light of our stars?

Must we go backwards, abandoning our progress

On the paths running alongside this golden mean?

No! We must rediscover our humanity. We must rediscover that we are the ones who abandoned the golden path, were tempted by the Circean voices singing to us from the woods along the path. We are the souls given the heavy gift of an incarnate body, a gift many of us squander or see in a superficial light. See the prism of your soul, how it breaks the light of divine majesty, divine wisdom, to inspire us to ever greater being. Be proud of your humanity. Its ups and downs are oscillations on the great wheel of existence. Yet the spoke, your eternal being, always remains centered. Return to your spoke, that central point of your existence, that allows you to be you. It is from this point that we find our place, our eternal being. While materialism is a necessity of living as material beings in a material world, do not let it consume you. Our history has shown that we are its master and not it ours. Master it and you move closer to the mastery of the self. Our cosmos is filled with such wonder, such darkness playing with its brother light, beauty with ugliness, that it is truly a marvel. And we, we selected few, are allowed to live in it, experience it through the cosmic lens of our lives, experiences, loves, hates, disappointments and bliss. Joy always brings with it the storm clouds of inevitable sorrow, but sorrows rains wash the fields and let joy bloom anew. Cyclically our wheel turns, guarded by the Sphynx, turned by the monkey, and used by the crocodile to fetch wisdom from the depths of our being with the eternal Ankh. Live, love, and be happy being human.

It is a great joy, one that surpasses

The empyrean heavens

To radiate back to all of creation.

We are creation creating,

Evolution evolving,

Being being being.

We are creation being evolving,

Evolution being creation.

Opposites attract and dance

A universal dance

In the glow of the wisdom

Of the

Eternal...