The irresolute intimidation of time
unreigned and distorted
yet-the-more for our futile efforts
to corral and tame it
The unpredictable sea, this time
that ebbs and swells
tossing and sifting those dreams
that once felt so different
The resonant, undying echo
reborn, reassigned
rediscovered, released
in which life thrives
And our insatiable questing
and gnawing at the
fabric of it.
This is then what brings us here
to what ever cross-roads this
might be.
To all manner of proposal that lay
before us
our resolve
is seduced and taunted
as if each knows our true heart
As if we had no previous purpose
or knowledge nor experience
as seems obvious in need
to have brought us thus far
"Tis the personal nature of "vision"
that gives such
forcefulness
-- it is in common vision
that we become most personally
involved
Vision is our way to see around time
to penetrate the endless-ness
to create and recreate
the texture of our future.
We are thus the future
the possibilities
by which reality
is steered and guided
towards those visions
Or toward ultimate chaos
if the scourge
of ancient
and dying thought-forms
is not over-come and cured
This is forsooth a colloid
a nexus, a bunching
of time
the window through which
is reached such higher visions
That which dwells on this threshold
the hysterical armies
of our
outmoded
ways
are making one last stand
which we are hurried to transcend.
But not so hurried that we forget
and abandon that of the
past
which has none-the-less
served us
well
and correctly brought
us thus-far.
For truly we will become the keepers
the guardians of that which
was
righteously
salvaged
from our often tortured path
Our strength is that future
from which these visions
are
supported
and those past through whom
spirit
was able to manifest
Invincible is the army
which shoulders its
common vision
in a deeply personal way
behind the flag of the future.
