The day's played out & here I sit. Writing my conscious thought in script, Words, phrases, fragments of prose Well-placed, misplaced-perhaps I suppose. Who even knows?
Sometimes I ponder, what truly matters, To & fro are sent thoughts soon shattered, Ideas contemplated, opinions considered. My soul's expression; I guess, I figure. A message to deliver?
The conscious self may for awhile rebel. As it clutches & claws, 'til the final bell, Until the proper time, the True Acceptance, Effortless momentum, inertia, No reluctance Ever sweet romance Life Death's dance Do what thou wilt Don't leave it to chance Aspire, aspire, and aspire Ascend from thy mire Awake, arise, Be Alive Strive ever too higher Within resides a soul Pure, Free, Ancient old Silent since the beginning Power? Absolute control! Of a vehicle newer found Equipped with sight, touch, & sound Laden with waste of a former aeon When dis-ease, misconception did abound Purge thy thoughts of evil & of ill Keep your Khu perfectly still Continue, practice, and persist 'Til the body submits to the power of Will Certainly the mind must likewise submit Though it resist; in an infernal fit Focus, constrain, and concentrate Conquer by might, by whim, or by wit So the day may come, soon indeed The matter of mind & body concede Function as a pure chassis of the soul Within the infinite & totally FREED Free to accomplish thy will on Earth Thy right from the beginning or from birth To Be More Than Human, I exclaim The purpose of Life, thy sacred worth
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