by Nicholas Andrea
Today, I will start out, darkening
for I have seen the greatest of joys
to suffering, portending;
see, cause, to “know” is a sin
for, then the cycle begins
’cause all things “known”
have a beginning and an end;
does that sound bleak, does that
on your heart, leave a streak
does it, on your happiness, havoc wreak?
But, you must see it is the thirst
for some outside meaning, that, like the Buddha said,
leads us to the worst;
God is, indeed, a problem, isn’t he
that something exists outside our own I-feeling
gracing or punishing us,
as far as we can see
to which, holy clergy
ascribe so much human meaning;
but, does that mean
there is no truth
upon which we are standing?
What was Neo’s purpose in “The Matrix”
were the Oracle’s words true for him, or just tricks;
and yet, she spoke to him the greatest prophetics, to end all the conflicts:
You’re just going to have to make up your own damn mind, kid, that’s the fix.
How do we make a choice?
Do we need a reason, like Agent Smith thought,
to find our true voice?
One day I made a choice
to follow a blissful voice
a tingling at the base of this spine (I call mine);
it was unreasonable, that is to say
for no other reason than itself, did it tingle, okay –
and I just picked up the guitar and sang all day;
what else can I say?
I have come to watch children play
those wide-eyed little starseeds, doing as they may
with joy, fascination, and unreasonability –
which doth produce no dismay, if so I may say;
thus, I have started to believe in
what a great man had once spoken
to a group of lost men –
that you must become like one of these
to enter the kingdom of heaven;
that same man touched me, once, eight years ago
with his cosmic finger to my brow
and this is what, for it, I had to show:
a peace that surpassethed understanding,
for weeks without my own efforting, because
I simply said yes to unreasonability, unremitting;
and what he spoke to my sobbing soul that day
was these words: “You’re already okay.
There is nothing more the world needs today
than to do what you love and serve others without delay.”
“Go, my son, your liberation is a sure guarantee
to this, I will surely see;
so, with reckless abandon, drop
all thoughts of ‘I, my, me,’
there is nothing else to enlighten to
than this, what you already are, completely.”
that’s why, this, I write
to myself remind
of that bliss deeper than reason, I did find.
Come, my friend, come
let’s dance with the stars, tonight
let’s you and me, this fire deep within, a-light
let’s paint this town with a love so bright
for no other reason
than to let our hearts take flight;
let us, unreasonably, let our hearts take flight.