Filters

It occurs to me that I am blind

And so are you.

We all are.

We have been given two eyes

Into which we put all our beliefs

And yet we know that our sight is limited

We know but we forget.

I will not call them eyes from now on.

I will call them filters.

To remind me over and over

That what I see, is what I’m allowed to see

That I am blinded by this human form

That I put so much emphasis on what I deem to be true

Based solely on what comes through.

But the universe is bigger, deeper , wider and more full than

The tiny portion of my tiny brain

Will let me imagine.

(C) Slumpless

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Waves

I look for comfort in billowing spume.

Thunderous. Luminous. Vicious.

Circular motion then thundering roar

That’s where my heart can soar.

That body. That body.

That mass. Oh my.

I can barely hear the seagulls cry.

I seek comfort in it’s swishy gurgle

Its undulating moves.

Its undertow , high and low. 

I can ride this beast 

But can never conquer it’s swell.

Oh well.

I’m driftwood . 

Bobbing. Bobbing. Babbling.

Rushing to shore. Rushing to shore.

Then poof….. No more. 

No more me. 

Only soft yellow sands

Formed from a million things that were once tough as rock.

But are now full of footprints.

(C) Slumpless 

A Room Without a Door

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There’s a long luscious list of reasons we should

But a jagged emporium of poisonous consequences

Jars upon jars upon shelves upon walls

Filled with outcomes. Black outcomes.

They swirl around like mini-galaxies

Holding us both hostage to our decisions.

It’s not just one you see?

All the things that led us here

A million ways we can go wrong

Or right.

Let’s sit here for a while. On the safe floor.

In the room without a door.

Where the only way out

Is in…..

Us

(c) Slumpless

 

#Soul goalsĀ 

‘Oh to die a hero’

Is there anything better?’

Assuming we’ll feel pride when we are dead.

So you believe in the afterlife ? 

No. No. No.

Then why bother dying a hero? 

But if you believe in more

You believe in a soul

Then dying for the right thing

Must be your goal.

The terrible thing though

Is that what you deem to be  true

Is completely different to my point of view

So please never ever, cause alarm

It is not your destiny to do harm

You must not interfere

It is never your role

To decide the passing of another soul. 

(C) Slumpless