The Controlled Folly - They Can Stop The World? Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

What would be gained in thinking,
if we knew in advance,
what thoughts we give life?

What would be gained and not melted away,
when dreams of the night
riddled us and themselves,
rather than just in pictures and symbols,
to get us on the ground of analysis?

What would be a dream of the night talking to you,
instead to surround himself with mysticism,
when he do not know you?

Does he have a knowledge of what we are,
maybe even a conscience, like a child,
which his action is not matter
which therefore speaks to us
in parables his choice,
we only understand better
if we love ourselves
and forgive us
and our double
do not push it back over there,
a more knowing, who allied himself with us
the night speaks in pictures and art.

A faithful companion through all of our lives,
a fellow who has recognized us
and after we aspire
a part of our self,
floating in a dream, as in the sea,
a paradise songbird
he can not sing anymore -
he lost his voice
because his breath increased,
only four things have him blocked
ultimately.

The fear that was his early fear,
he never forgot
sometimes it made him sick,
even if he only read notes.
The clarity scattered then gradually
all doubt,
but in the end
she made him vain.

The power was the strongest temptation
to Prevail yourself via our all origin -
to feel, as a God of life
that could give him the deepest fulfillment.

But he forgot at the end the age,
for all the triumphs and victories
on the fear his last manager.
Not the clarity that gave him the power,
fell into his hands,
but death who approached him
great as a shadow of the walls.

So found in the West
four virtues quite parallel
as wisdom, in justice
bravery with their measure,
but they were of self-deliberately chosen to give away,
in contrast to thought,
has chosen us as a tool
and collected force,
which makes us
but slowly faded,
what our selected actions
in our dream
your complete gives,
all through our folly
and with their control
holding the world,
because that is their role,
and what directs our laughter.

He laughed silently from singing
as a bird of paradise
now only with its wings
but he laughs and talks as
inner voice that you can hear
please only him: that he sing in you!

(C) Floy Dy Ra,06.02.2014