THUSNESS IN THE WHISPERS
Do or die has a strange flavor; it is a bad taste when your family can not feed. When those times capture your attention right after the truth showed up; it can put you and yours right back at zero after years of thriving. The sacrifices made by the ordinary mind in the face of chaos breed the escape mentality. I wonder what man can take charge of destiny and feel justified by killing his family and self. The fact that she wanted more for her children is Mother Nature at its best; he sought escape by the worst means necessary. Once in this illusion of control his decision to end it all seemed logical; he could not bear losing control no matter the consequences. He could not break the bond with the past; he became a now stopper. These slicers are on a rampage all over the Earth as the economic crisis gets worst by the minute. The stalkers are killing because of no work and lost identify; money was their faith. It is the crucible of denial and distorted judgment feeding our national pain. The pathology of socio-economic depression is modulated to a maximum by the dense connector vector; everybody can see you having or not having. If the billionaires are losing money what do you think the ordinary man or woman is suffering? The madness will consume the weak; provoking bizarre expressions of unmitigated anger and inhumanity to self and others. The increase sells of weapons represent in some cases a dual purpose; hostage control and self infliction. When the money is gone; the woman is gone. The rational man will hope the best and go on with his life. The man who feels in his heart that he is losing everything will unveil his true nature which was built on the get it easy. He will crack. Life waits on no one becomes his greatest tormentor; a position he does not know. Pain is a trigger. This climate of mass hysteria permeating the people of Earth is the food for pain.
Life the sublime interruption of my eternity,
I’m here and no one asked me,
Life, a blink away from infinity,
While I watch a universe struggle to catch my eye,
Living in a sure I die,
What do I know in this seamless illusion?
All there is, a plateful of confusion,
Does it feed death on this world forever?
Is this really the no ever?
And then you have to ask how good I was today,
But there is guilt to get in the way,
Just watching everyone living to die,
Love ones gone make you cry,
On this side of being there is no now,
What is a will to be a how?
This will we have to survive is our greatest strength; we made this dream. If pain wants to go to war let’s take it to war. We need a network of peace domains that offer resources and strategies to cope in these times of ultimate stress. They must go beyond the concept of need and open up the avenue of sustainability without any doubts.
A wind of trials and tribulations hitting every shore,
Is it revelations opening our destiny door?
Pieces of a dream drifting in this chaotic time,
Clouding the distinction between real and sublime,
Every day a lesson to be learned about totality,
Caught up in what seems to be a chance reality,
One day you might have all that ensures survival,
Then no one is promised a next breathe becomes the rival,
Life just continues on down eternities dream,
Covering up the footprints of where we seem,
It’s a meaning with no clear attributes of knowing,
Crisis at the brink of complete overflowing,
Which way will humanity ultimately decide to go?
Testing this divine reap what you sow
It’s thusness in the whispers as we contemplate what will be, one big us; no me. God is with us. I pray for you; pray for me. So you really know.