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,
Arise?
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?
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