Perceptions

What will the story be ?

 

Into the mysteries of the observing mind

one has to ponder, wonder just what kind

of tales, stories, beliefs will we see unfold

as the projections, the perceptions are told.

 

Will they be of nights, Knights on great white steeds ?

- of selfless acts, acts of compassion, understanding, of good deeds ?,

or will we see that they are black, cold, indifferent and cruel –

or just a man, - dressed as a mule – an aged, age old fool.

 

Will these Knightly images come at you in fierce

black storm clouds – thunder, the ears doth pierce.

Will your visions be of that great orb ?, and Helios’ steeds

bringing fire, passion, light – healing , filling your needs.

 

What will come across the impassioned – sky lit night ?,

that just might impress that third eye with insight.

Could all this be but an old, foolish man’s thought ?,

that in the final analysis, in the end, will come to not

 

for no one ?, will remember nor will they care,

nor will they be concerned about what is fare.

Down these rocky roads, some of us will go,

what we learn, will it be what we really know ?

 

Is the light – coming from within ? – to show

us, down life’s rough roads, alone we must go ?

Will a black hole become our future ?

Will shadows creep in from the past ?,

 

give us glimpses of - in refractive light - the present.

Will losses, changes, renewals be our guides towards the end ?

Will all this be guided by the hands of fate ?, will karma send

us on journeys, adventures ? education of the soul to mend ?

 

B. J. “A” 2

August 19^th 2004