ON BEING SOVEREIGN
Every thought is but a dream
We paint by every word,
subtlety in every stroke with shades and light,
texturising, fantasysing, cenceptualising
so surprising , horrifying and delighting,
asleep under the Sun.
Awake, alive, death defying,
laughing, crying,
truly, being Human, cognisant completely,
Truly Human living
continuum, creation giving,
burning bright, I hold the light, so darkness disappears.
All this exists
sometimes eternal, elsewhile fleeting
when veiled minds may see us sleeping.
The grand illusion , oft we respond
with echos Humanly innate ,
to stomach the confusion, the contusions, gross intrusions,
to create ,
beauty small and great.
Such is one result when surrounded
astounded in appal, the soul-less who destroy
each girl inside the woman,
and each man’s eternal boy.
Ugly in extreme is the disconnected,
self-betrayed and fetid,
entropic, artificial,
fake and dense and superficial.
The monster reeks a breath so foul,
and screams its hell, it’s sadly heinous face.
The love that stands beside it,
Purely Human, lumen, throughout time and space.
Ambivilently, non judgmentally, divine respect, free will.
Understanding, self expanding, fearless, unfettered by false ill.
As it’s observed, the absurd and fundamental flaw,
dissolves, unravels and cannot travel
to the heaven that is the real Earth.
No easy task, an epic cosmic call
as each sovereign soul for itself
becomes everything and all.
One by one we ensure, our sovereignty restored.
I am the light, I hold the light,
the light from which I'm born
the light is always with me,
always was, and ever more.
