Infinity is like a deposit into the future
which, in removing the deficit that mortality
would otherwise cut existence short with,
allows the sustained note of a virtuoso
to be played out, instead;
infinity is all in your head,
I never did believe in infinity,
it's too real, I'd rather it believe in me,
endlessness, eternity, the infinite,
these mere words all reference
the same thing, of course,
they refer to us, naturally,
I mean to say, the whole shebang,
with its glinting, hammered-off scales winking
amidst the overwhelming darkness
of a million dimming suns,
everyone of us on the run, begun as a fool,
stepping off a cliff, with our eyes set through
becoming a page in the book of life,
dreaming we're knights when we haven't even
turned a leaf in our story, seldom daring to imagine
the consequences of our becoming grounded
and steady as a rock, rooted to our realities
that grew around us because they couldn't be refuted,
it's fine if you want to play that way
but it's not a game for which I'm suited,
read in between the labels of the parts,
there's only one word, one thing, oneness;
eternity is only meaningful in a singular context,
and its definition is a sustainable symbiotic harmonic
achieved through a measure of sacrifice,
it's a leap of faith, into the arms of the wind,
the confidence and trust of a commercial airline pilot,
and if you imagine these things aren't the same,
I ask you please to think about it again,
and try to deny that eternity isn't held
in the blink of an eye, or in the breath of a lung,
and that paradox isn't truth in disguise,
I only ask to try to help and see through all these lies,
real lies that prevent us from realizing
our real eyes, The Wind told me this
in two-thousand-six, and I'm passing it on to you,
the eternal mystery becomes all that is true,
so don't even pretend that it's not the end,
because everyone knows it is,
the end of a cycle my friend,
the typical miracle of our existence,
there is no resistance, either way,
much less necessary, so let go,
become fleeting, get to know the wind,
it's only a matter of time
before eternity becomes
your friend.
- dedicated to my friends, the wind
shaun lawton 6/17/10
The reference to The Wind is a nod toward a real person; that is actually his name. He's a session bass player who's played with Black Flag and countless other outfits; I met him a few years back, when he toured with Corporate Avenger. The poem is dedicated, through him, to all my friends; for we will all become the wind, eventually.
ReplyDeleteSee... this portion of the poem: "everyone of us on the run, begun as a fool,
ReplyDeletestepping off a cliff, with our eyes set through
becoming a page in the book of life,
dreaming we're knights when we haven't even
turned a leaf in our story, seldom daring to imagine
the consequences of our becoming grounded
and steady as a rock, rooted to our realities
that grew around us because they couldn't be refuted,"...
got my ire up for two seconds or less... as if you you were saying , we are pretending to be knights.
we do start as Fool, from the Tarot. stumble around till we find all the right arcana... making up our stories, we think... but it is pre-written.
to become grounded, indeed.
you open a whole thought stream here, Shaun... perhaps what is seen with our eyes can not be refuted... but Reality is for real, UN-Seen, and only the passing of time can show us(that is, those of Us who/whom are looking for the answers)...
you've made me think, and pray, Yet again my Friend!
why i love you so much!
Happy Father's Day!
J.D Davis
Broad strokes, broad ideas, stream-of-consciousness cadance, rhythm, flow...thought-provoking and engaging, love where it takes my brain. And this: "I only ask to try to help and see through all these lies, real lies that prevent us from realizing our real eyes" is exactly how I think. Probably why we get along and I really enjoy all aspects and avenues of your creativity Shaun. Fantastic! More please.
ReplyDeleteJohn Claude...
Thanks for the feedback, guys. Glad you worked through it, JD. And John Claude - - yes, that section you quoted was pretty much verbatim borrowed from my friend, bass player extraordinaire, The Wind.
ReplyDeleteMore surely to come...