Moment to Moment
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
If only we were of more of learned knowledge regarding harmony. Unfortunately, we find it difficult to communicate with nature’s forever-primitive wisdom patiently waiting for re-discovery. (Image by artists procrastination.com)
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Moment to Moment
How elusive the quest
To place oneself in sync,
Wavelength to wavelength,
Response to reply.
So many agendas beg ignoring,
Those places where integrity remains suspect,
Where job,
Marriage,
Relationships,
Friends,
Acquaintances,
Eye contact,
Undeserved pleasures,
Even fantasized harmony
Portending confirmation of truth,
Are often merely layered fears
Forged in distrust.
No one promised answers.
Even as schemas know no boundaries,
The road signs always offering direction
To the many of want,
Facilitating few of need,
Nevertheless remain available.
Such goes this phenomenon of plans
Diagram-able life,
Representation of what might be,
But rarely is.
What is intrinsically longed for,
Yet seemingly uncatchable
Like forever morphing mercury.
Still…
So desperate are most,
Clutching to random connection,
Often without reason.
Such is the questionable attention from others
embraced as revealing self-realization.
Perhaps a venture off the paved road,
A bushwhack through the untrammeled past
Might beg consideration,
Where revisiting the child within
Could remind us how infant outbursts
Convey rudimentary logic
When diaper rash urgency,
Void of language,
Save a scream and cry,
Defines simple organics,
A voicing in search of form,
perhaps answers?
So easy to ignore,
Time’s simplistic message,
Reaching back toward the dawn of man,
When primitive bone and stone
Drummed the truth of need.
Food.
Shelter.
Cover.
When duplicity hadn’t been invented.
When progress was preserved and advanced by raw instinct.
Today…
Actuality remains in questioned focus.
Our civilized regression,
This guised-in-furtherance flight
Toward make-believe escape
Has jettisoned logic into the abyss of ignorance,
Manipulating instead today’s habitual lie of norm
Into modern truth.
The evolutionary hunt will continue
Beneath self-created imprisonment.
For is not to find that somewhere yet to objectify itself,
That place where slumber’s intrinsic reasoning
Kept safe by nature’s heartbeat
Will require nothing but acceptance
Of reality known simply as
Ever available…
Truth.
Searching minds continue,
Trusting consciousness will prevail,
Even allowing occasional laughter
Along the path where delusions entertain,
but never obliterate what is out there,
what might be the reality yet to be discovered...
Moment to moment.
Love ya!
Jane
I can only say that with the advent of the Internet and the increasing ability at all levels to endeavor to uncover the truth, both of our past and our future, is at such an accelerating rate that, "moment to moment," we are closing in on the very essence of our evolution from primitive life forms to the sentient, though flawed, beings we are.
Ron