THE VISION OF THE MYSTIC' STARE

In the shadow world of yesterday's tomorrow, I glare into the nowhere of timeless infinity of a moment's notice, taken in a glance upon the passing composition of future's feature of me; constructed today.

Today is the only possibility to contrast and construct the future idea expression of me and give meaning to the expression.  But what is this shadow that comes with me?  I didn't express it.  Can you see the purpose or worth of the shadow and its' odd behavior which doesn't obey me; though it does appear, it doesn't exist?

No shadow can be real and what is not real cannot be true. Here is the observation of this untrue distorted reflection of the bodily expression of the idea of me, which passes along in time of its own volition; much like the shadow.  Why then am I given another opportunity for yet another attempt in this perpetuity of sorrow's madness, to peek, poke, yack, and thwack about upon the expression of the idea of me? 

What's that you say of me?  Why spend your time regarding the expression of me instead of the expression of you?  Does your dissatisfaction with you give cause to seek some effect upon me?  You're keeping it real and getting me told; what does that mean?  Is there a worth to that for you?  Does it help you feel better about yourself......that seems so odd, doesn't it? Oh whatever......let me get back to the shadow world.......if this is real, I need to get unreal.......bummer....

"Hello", I say once again, to the brief delight of meeting the gladness of strangers at the bar; they themselves exploring the intellective mentation of their own shadows...... hmmm.....very interesting thoughtform.....

igman


Lost Beyond The Shadow

I stare,
Yeah.
From the window of despair
A distortion of the true
Trapped
Alone.
No course to bear –
Just there
What image is this I see?
A man – longing free
Bound and bothered
To carry me
To places I can never know
Nowhere to go –
So
On I show
Wandering ..
Wondering…
Wishing to shout
No!
Not this way!
If I could only say –
Today.
But now…
My time again has come
To fear the setting sun
Unable to run…
Again.
Lost beyond the shadow.