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16. Tracking Solo
There is a war of consciousness inside my head.
Ever chattering fears and desires
fall on me like a cartoon piano
before I even make it out of bed.
I don’t know why I do it
or why it’s done to me.
The “knowledge of good and evil”* are my fetters
binding moments… from Being free.
I try to practice loving presence.
And I ask for help along the way.
But it always seems as if I’m told
instead, I should preference
the ideologies that produced these days.
Days marked by strife.
The competition for comforts, modern life.
That’s the fruit we are growing
as Human-Beings as the ‘Bride of Christ’.
Am I so wrong to long for better???
For a future wholeness for the Earth?
Are we even giving Her a chance?
Or is egoic otherness actively ending
life’s poetic dance?
I saw a path of hope.
the justice of Oneness in the math.
Yet when I try to share this vision
it only seems to elicit orthodoxy’s practiced laugh.
Men in power retreat to established ways,
to positions protected, to the ego’s ruse.
Our leaders’ motives are compromised
as pride and position they deign not lose.
So, the game of separateness they play,
paths of least resistance become their way.
Maybe not to idols but to ideologies they pray.
Pressing oil from our youth,
commoditizing them, from the day they are born.
Conditioned… to be used. Wait, did I say use?
I meant accuse, misuse, abuse, and then refuse.
Like children sold into slaughter.
No, don’t wake up… just keep the car on cruise.
I don’t know, what’s my point?
The difference I thought that I could make?
All I know is man’s current objective,
seems to be to move up the schedule of our wake!
I cannot transplant these eyes to see
or ears to hear – they are mine until I’m dead.
God, my God help me carry the weight
of this dystopian future
waging a war inside my head.
How does this poem land?
Is there any insight here to gain?
I guess once more I must track You solo.
Go back inside
for more words…
and try to better explain.
*Genesis 2:9, 2:16-17
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Arch C. Jones
Book: "Into The Now", (presale) by Arch Cowan Jones
Website: Intothenow.org
Instagram: IntoTheNowOfficial
Youtube: __________
By Into the Now16. Tracking Solo
There is a war of consciousness inside my head.
Ever chattering fears and desires
fall on me like a cartoon piano
before I even make it out of bed.
I don’t know why I do it
or why it’s done to me.
The “knowledge of good and evil”* are my fetters
binding moments… from Being free.
I try to practice loving presence.
And I ask for help along the way.
But it always seems as if I’m told
instead, I should preference
the ideologies that produced these days.
Days marked by strife.
The competition for comforts, modern life.
That’s the fruit we are growing
as Human-Beings as the ‘Bride of Christ’.
Am I so wrong to long for better???
For a future wholeness for the Earth?
Are we even giving Her a chance?
Or is egoic otherness actively ending
life’s poetic dance?
I saw a path of hope.
the justice of Oneness in the math.
Yet when I try to share this vision
it only seems to elicit orthodoxy’s practiced laugh.
Men in power retreat to established ways,
to positions protected, to the ego’s ruse.
Our leaders’ motives are compromised
as pride and position they deign not lose.
So, the game of separateness they play,
paths of least resistance become their way.
Maybe not to idols but to ideologies they pray.
Pressing oil from our youth,
commoditizing them, from the day they are born.
Conditioned… to be used. Wait, did I say use?
I meant accuse, misuse, abuse, and then refuse.
Like children sold into slaughter.
No, don’t wake up… just keep the car on cruise.
I don’t know, what’s my point?
The difference I thought that I could make?
All I know is man’s current objective,
seems to be to move up the schedule of our wake!
I cannot transplant these eyes to see
or ears to hear – they are mine until I’m dead.
God, my God help me carry the weight
of this dystopian future
waging a war inside my head.
How does this poem land?
Is there any insight here to gain?
I guess once more I must track You solo.
Go back inside
for more words…
and try to better explain.
*Genesis 2:9, 2:16-17
--
Arch C. Jones
Book: "Into The Now", (presale) by Arch Cowan Jones
Website: Intothenow.org
Instagram: IntoTheNowOfficial
Youtube: __________