The Oracle

The Oracle (Photo credit: JSlattum)

Is there a true reckoning beyond the veil,
a life re-lived in timelessness and understood
objectively as a thing apart?
Can the soul look upon its own
deeds, weighed against conscious and
unconscious intent; see for once
the dissonance between the face we believe we have and
the reality behind the mask we wear?

We who in life are hard-wired for deceit,
the very hemispheres of our brain colluding
to keep from us information vital to clarity;
we who are weighted for judgement on a choice
of sin or virtue that proves that freedom is
far more elusive than our modern concepts imply.
We all, blind and lost, stumbling in our own hopes;
could we, on parting the heft of physical life,

Can a soul survive the impact of such truth,
of reality; is it madness, fractured energy
across the vastness of consciousness and space,
or a moment of naked, vulnerable, true intimacy
with God?

Is there a balance, reality, a sense of empiric wisdom
that can cast a net of truth across the narrative
we have fashioned of our little, needy lives? Does
the monster know he is monstrous, or does he continue
unchanged and unchangeable, wedded to his rationalizations
and overweening pride and gluttony of self? Is it possible
to realise, and in realising make a choice to change,
or are our souls as unique and complete as our
earthly DNA?

If we spend a lifetime believing that which succors
and nourishes our ego rather than feasting on
evidence or facts is it possible, in the presence
of ineffable, complete light, that we might fall and
finally see precisely who we are? Or does this light
throw only ever more shadows, obscuring our vision
and hiding us again from the moment to see ourselves
true? And so would it help us fashion our stories for future
lives, our excuses running perpetual as the flow of a stream
leading to the mouth of its ocean?

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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17 Responses to Reckoning

  1. Spellbound! This is perhaps why we write…to analyse and try to understand the battle that goes in in the background. You have lifted an edge of a heavy curtain..and the result is blinding light.

  2. Awesome Helen!! I believe there is truth in the light, no shadows or more confusion. At least that is the Light I know. He shines it on me every morning, and I am brought to my knees with thankfulness that my wretched self can be forgiven through the blood of Jesus. He loves me in spite of me. πŸ™‚

    You are amazing, Helen. This was amazing.

    • Thank you, I very much hope you are right and that the light reveals rather than conceals. I like to believe it will, but I sometimes wonder, as I tend to wonder about most things, LOL. πŸ™‚ xxxx

  3. lala1966 says:

    Absolutely awesome assessment!

  4. Geo Sans says:

    my mind

    will continue to reflect

    your poem

    during the day

  5. landl30 says:

    I think the answer is

  6. Sublime Sol says:

    Amazing and insightful!
    My thoughts?
    I feel that death is the lifting of the veil, when our ego dies and we see existence in a truer form, it’s interconnectedness, “the energetic sea.” What we perceive here is a manifestation of that, an image of it, but not it’s purest form. Death is when we touch source, the goal of life is to be prepared to pass through the divine fire, that “true intimacy with god.”
    Great stuff! It’s definitely something I’ll be reflecting upon. Thanks!

    • Thank you so much, both for commenting and for your concept of death – I can definitely relate to the thought of an energetic connectedness, as you describe. πŸ™‚

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