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XOx Uriah xOX
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0 posted 2006-03-11 02:57 AM



There once was a time,
while serving body and mind,
"Me' followed their hedonistic cries.
Schooled in confusion
and fooled by the illusion
of there being a "me"
full of WHATs?  and  WHYs?
'Twas during this time,
guestions numbering great
kept "Me" inward, for times of vast length.
Early in morning and through the night late,
"Me" wearied and "I" grew in strength.

One night, a dream vision caused an incision,
allowing all the deceptions to pour.
The "Me" that had toiled, was lanced like a boil,
leaving "I" with questions no more.

Floating in space, stars within reach
"Me" drifted, as though but a thought.
Then...Through a great window,
"Me" saw the envoy of each
Sacred message that had ever been taught.
All around "Me", there arose a storm great,
blowing wild, wind and debris.
But, there remained a calm and quiet state,
where the "I" sat peaceful in "Me".
Those seen through the window, had not a care;
No worries, no fears or doubts.
The only difference 'tween "Me" and those over there,
was "ME" seeing the chaos about.
'Though we seemed to dwell in two different worlds,
the level of peace was the same.
"I"  floated contentedly, as the violent winds swirled.
Then...to the window, a saintly two came.
The window was opened and a scroll handed through...
Then the window was closed once again.

Sitting in silence, reading the scroll...
Serene in the midst of disaster...
Grace had granted an "individual soul"
the Vision of the Inner Master.

It read...

You, feeble traveller, within your carnal carriage;
You, who bear the weight of wives tales;
The shackles of superstition and the manacles of Mind.
You, whinner and worrier, encompassed by little thoughts,
your own and those of "others", that belie your potential.
Welcome !
The Labyrinth of Life's Footpath of Fate has led you to
lay your sightless eyes upon these predestined words;
that dim and narrow vision may be blinded unto sight.
I too, was once blinded by all that my eyes beheld.
I too, was once made senseless by the illusions that
disilluminated my senses.
Senseless and ignorant.
All that had been deemed as "wisdom", proved to be
inherited insanity.
This alone, is the body's birthright.
It is the only treasure of Ego's estate.
A faux pearl.
What I imagined to be a fleshly vessel, filled with grains
of Golden Truths, gleaned from scores of "enlightened" predecessors,
showed itself to be but a leathery poke of pyrite.
Worthless and burdensome to bear.
Rejoice!   I see, and in my seeing, write this...that you may have
hope and faith !
Faith!  You shall surely see !  For sight is inevitable and there
has NEVER been another possibility.
Your eyes shall be closed and you shall receive sight.
ALL shall see !   And in seeing...Time shall be no more.
Close your eyes and be still.
Close your eyes and walk your path...being still.

This was the message that tore through "my soul"
But, the insight that made all yokes lighter...
Came from the name that had authored the scroll...
For "I" was named as it's writer.

© Copyright 2006 Larry F. Leake - All Rights Reserved
StevenS
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1 posted 2006-03-11 05:34 AM


When I grow up I want to write like this. :-) This one gave me the shivers! A few years ago I wrote about a Cherokee chief called Doublehead. He was in a place very similar to the one you describe. That short story was lost in a fire but I have a poem about him I'll post.:-) Great work Uriah!
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2 posted 2006-03-11 10:07 AM


Oh yes, just one dream can change you forever, can't it?

.....especially if, in some far reach of time and place, it becomes something else altogether, as you come face-to-face with the sheer reality of it.

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miscellanea
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3 posted 2006-03-11 10:25 AM


brilliant and inspiring!

miscellanea

Martie
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4 posted 2006-03-11 12:54 PM


Uriah

I really enjoy reading you!  

XOx Uriah xOX
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5 posted 2006-03-11 10:43 PM


Most likely this was just the result of a Penrose saugage, cheddar cheese, mustard and banana pepper sandwich too near to bedtime.
But, thank you all for your kind comments.

The Lady
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6 posted 2006-03-11 11:05 PM



Doesn't happen to me when I eat Penrose saugage, cheddar cheese, mustard and banana pepper sandwich too near to bedtime.


You have a rare talent to go with that sandwich.

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7 posted 2006-03-11 11:10 PM


I agree; you do You have a rare talent! This was very good.
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