Dark clouds shadow the truth I wish to find
The introspection of recollection fretters nothing but time
in the vast expanse of correlation I find nothing but a rhyme
Where reality and subjectivity induce frivolity sublime
My thoughts search for foundation,
Where is truth among the lies?
I find light in dark places,
I grasp for pieces larger than a mustard seed,
And find a redwood tree that halts my plea
For faith in the unseen.
Dreams turn into visions, then miracles…
Stop there! Preserve the fragility of my paradigm.
In the forrest of evidence brimming with life.
The trees sing 'Majesty! ' as I whisper 'Reality?'
The case of 'Is He Alive?' and 'Where does He hide?'
Are answered by faith that I've left behind.
Stirring within me, my clouds now ascending.
Revealing a light piercing my concious,
Threatening the glass cased dogma of my experience.
The glass key hole, fragile and bare.
And I'm unaware of the darkness inside
The key of light, colored purpose and divine,
Opens spiritual fluorescence, pulsing with life.
My will so fierce it would be folly to describe.
My will, my will, oh my will! May deception die!
Truth may elude, but hold on tight,
I ask for reality, unfettered by my eyes.