Mankind, on history’s treadmill,
suffering from corporate amnesia.
The wisdom of man,
a dazzling angel-
its light, darkness disguised.
Much running to and fro
by puffed-up VIP’s
in sleek cars
with darkened windows,
bullet-proof,
followed by hordes of bodyguards.
All creation of man
comes with a due-by-date.
If it wasn’t so tragic,
it could be melodramatic!
All the while, there are voices
above the clambering,
waiting to be heard.
Draw aside.
Switch off the babble.
Stop the incessant,
compulsive daily dance.
Refuse to be driven
by that corporate gnawing fear.
Instead, voice a resolute NO!
Out in the desert
of your emptiness,
you start hearing
a different drum.
It calls you to silence,
to the ceasing of pursuit.
To the courage
to willingly embrace death.
Death to self
and to all you have ever known.
To face the abyss,
before you are ready
to walk through that gate,
ordained from above.
A new day,
a new birth;
the only way
to come alive.
Living free,
at last!
Liberated
from the tyranny of self.
Serving
and believing
in something greater
than yourself,
which will remain.
Truth,
tried and tested
that fails to crumble.
A work
that endures.
Its blueprint and instructions
given by The One
Who Is from eternity.
He abides
in the eye of the raging storm,
yet speaks in whispers,
only discerned by those
who draw aside to listen.
28 June 2019