ON THE EDGES OF OUR PERCEPTION – Vociferations For A Season Of Renewal

You’d think that things would be different now…
You’d think that all this noise… and all this crowd…all this busyness
Would displace the void
But no…

You’d think that with all the explanations
We would understand…
You’d think that with all the analysis
We would disembowel the ad-nausea
Of our lack of grasp…

You’d think that the blank in your mind
And the tightness in your chest
Would be relieved by the wordiness
Of our soothsayers…
But here we are
Still aiding suicides…and murdering our babies
While we continue the dance of a numbing amoralism…

And I wanted to say something that would help…
But can think of nothing new…
And have decided not to add to the meaninglessness
That clutters our vacant lifescape…
There is nothing new… not under this sun…
And so we continue to hurt with our pains…
Rising…and falling…with our joys and our sorrows

We feel  …but know not
We look  …but see not
We hear  …and are only more confused than before
Wondering all the time
How we may arrive at that magic formula
That will cure…once and for all
The lameness that corrodes the fibers of our souls…
That grand ‘Aha!’ that will unclog our ears
Open our eyes… Undo the tightness in the pit of our stomachs…
Fill the void…which is the black hole of our existence
And return to us the true joy that we imagine
Is the reason for our being…

“If wishes were horses” we say…
And if they were our dreams would be equestrian nightmares…
An eternal stumbling over the obstacle course which is our life…
And we would… finally  …wake up to find
That the empty spaces…in our lives
That we try to fill…
The permeating pains…of our strife
For which we take a pill…
Are symptoms only…of a malady
That will not soon be healed
Till we understand the parody
Of a disconnected will…
And so…in this solemn moment I break…and I shake
For no definable reason…or none that I can give…
I just weep to relieve the tightness in my chest…
To undo the constriction of the bones of my skull…
To unwrinkle my face…

The river pent up in me…runs free
Washing away the brokenness…the debris of my stress fractures…
Clearing the course of my way…
Unclogging the vital drains…of a life backed up
So that I can breathe again
Deep passionate breaths
That brings a new wind to the wings of my mind…
And a distinct refreshment to the stale chambers of my heart…

And as I inhale again… As I replenish the vital element of my fire…
I will myself to rise up  …
Strength restored  … Hope renewed  … And a will constrained…
And with each new breath I sing  … softly  … a new song…
An anthem of regeneration…
A love song that says nothing about that banal intercourse
Which has become the process of our degeneration…

And “I love you…”
Shall no longer mean
That you…must be diminished
So that I…can feel…
 That I am alive…
That I…am alive.

Adapted from the book “In My Element”
By – Roy Alexander Graham

One Love!

R. A. G.
Roy Alexander Graham
President/CEO, FIGTREE ENTERPRISES, INC.
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