Bordering On A Vision

(Words will not do this justice
Or give an apt description
But it is a tad difficult
To describe anything w/o words
Let alone my balloon sharp
Ability to communicate)

So here goes……

Bordering on a vision

Corroborating a contemplation

 “All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”

– Bill Hicks


Without any hallucinogens

While driving (of course)

I thought I saw an instant

Right before my eyes

What appeared to be

The inter-exchange of

Waves and particles

Doing their dance

Not quite a glitch

In the Matrix so to speak

But the Matrix itself

That it (life) all really is

An illusion on a grand scale

Organized in chaos



Now?


What to do with this vision

I could start a religion

If I had a personality

Or charisma…however

It would be highly hypocritical

To raise funds to build a church

Knowing neither exist

Save in the mind’s eye



Welcome to the church of

Existential nothingness

Where we have gathered today

To realize

We are not really here

Recognizing our “troubles”

Are ephemeral based on

Projections of ideas and things

We think we need to learn from

So why are you here / not here

Go do the thing you perceive

You think you need to do and..

May the WORD be with you



We will close with this

Bob Dylan hymnal

A slight departure from last week’s

“Die With Your Boots On” *

From Iron Maiden



“Gotta Serve Somebody”

“You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

Might be a rock’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
Might have money and drugs at your commands, women in a cage
You may be a business man or some high degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a state trooper, you might be an young turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody’s landlord you might even own banks

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be working in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may call me Terry, you may call me Jimmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody”

– Bob Dylan

*

Another Prophet of Disaster
Who says the ship is lost
Another Prophet of Disaster
Leaving you to count the cost
Taunting us with Visions
Afflicting us with fear
Predicting War for millions
In the hope that one appears

No point asking when it is
No point asking who’s to go
No point asking what’s the game
No point asking who’s to blame
‘Cos if you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die
‘Cos if you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die
If you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die
If you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die

If you’re gonna die, die with your boots on
If you’re gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die

If you’re gonna die, die with your boots on
If you’re gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die

13 the Beast is Rising
The Frenchman did surmise
Through earthquakes and starvation
The Warlord will arise
Terror, Death, Destruction
Pour from the Eastern sands
But the truth of all predictions
Is always in your hands

No point asking when it is
No point asking who’s to go
No point asking what’s the game
No point asking who’s to blame
‘Cos if you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die
‘Cos if you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die
If you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die
If you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die

You’re gonna die, die with your boots on
If you’re gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die

You’re gonna die, die with your boots on
If you’re gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die

They die with their boots on
Yes they die

The day, they die with their boots on
The day we die, we die, we die, we die, we die

No point asking when it is
No point asking who’s to go
No point asking what’s the game
No point asking who’s to blame
‘Cos if you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die
‘Cos if you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die
If you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die
If you’re gonna die, if you’re gonna die

If you’re gonna die, die with your boots on
If you’re gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die

If you’re gonna die, die with your boots on
If you’re gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die

Die!