07 February 2012

XXIX

Death is never easy for any to face
It is the ending of identity, personality,
All that is known, possessed and held dear.
It is the end of attachment to this material plane.
From whence you came, you return again.

* * * *
All across the world at this very moment,
Diversity suffers and perishes in countless ways
Because of the juggernauting inertia of consciousness
Fashioned by geographic notions Gaia will not forever sustain.

* * * *
So many human beings
Spend a great deal of time
Rejecting their animal nature,
Yet evidence of our basic instincts
Underscore everything we have created.

* * * *
It may be fairly frightening, even irritating
For many to begin fathoming they are godness,
Because up to this point, their manifest consciousness
Has not even begun to open to that expansive an inner vision.

* * * *
Even the most beautiful men and women
Strain, sweat, smell and ache when they toil,
Blow their nostrils clean each morning,
Eat, urinate, defecate and pass gas
More than a few times each day.
Women bleed and swell with milk
For continuation of their genetic line.
Men ejaculate their seed for the same end.
What exactly does one love in another's body?
A vat of bones, organs, muscles, mucous and blood
Contained by nerve-ridden, porous, lifeless skin and hair
Shaped in ways we instinctively find appealing or revolting.
All of which, to the horror of many, must inevitably be recycled,
Perhaps even as a brief but tasty feast for one beast or another.