The days of Cold War
and the nights of Revere rides
have caught up to the times
in which two and two equal four.
This-
the rationalists can prove
but ask them where the two's abide
or the perfect circles collide-
with nobility?
Ask them the equation of
reverence times
reason times
honor times
courage times
good and love times
morality times
ethics times
nobility...
And they're faint-
pale-
for an answer.
Because this terminology
cannot be rationalized with
objects-
or
multiplied by bones
or
equated to a number of footsteps.
This equation must reside
in the world of forms,
Plato's perfect,
immutable,
eternal world
where all true knowledge exists.
And all of this-
is imaginary
like Descartes' uncertainty
of life as a dream.
Everything we know is nothing
and paradoxically-
the nothing is still everything.
All appellations have
clarifications and explanations
that have been concocted
by some mind
of some time
in another world where
people existed under
altered circumstances
or-
in this world and this time
new expressions arise
and we characterize-
them-
still-
the truth is only the truth
if a mind claims it to be.
The real is only real
with boundaries-
where freedom dies-
where rebellion becomes
a step to
conformity.
Where Revere rides
and the Cold War subsides.
This is where
the truth will lie-
waiting-
for you to choose trust-
in the breath of an uneasy day
in the scent of a flower
or the sensation of rain
within a heart's beat
or a human's speech.
You pass it by every day-
not one notice you take.
Still-
it waits
on you
to understand it's glories
to know-
and trust it's
inner most-
purpose for being.
Jumbled amongst
the good life
the life of pursuit
the life of knowledge
the life of contemplation
the life of understanding
The life in which you are
better-
than you would conceive,
if-
you could conceive,
that-
you should conceive,
such an
honest-
blissful-
way to be.
and the nights of Revere rides
have caught up to the times
in which two and two equal four.
This-
the rationalists can prove
but ask them where the two's abide
or the perfect circles collide-
with nobility?
Ask them the equation of
reverence times
reason times
honor times
courage times
good and love times
morality times
ethics times
nobility...
And they're faint-
pale-
for an answer.
Because this terminology
cannot be rationalized with
objects-
or
multiplied by bones
or
equated to a number of footsteps.
This equation must reside
in the world of forms,
Plato's perfect,
immutable,
eternal world
where all true knowledge exists.
And all of this-
is imaginary
like Descartes' uncertainty
of life as a dream.
Everything we know is nothing
and paradoxically-
the nothing is still everything.
All appellations have
clarifications and explanations
that have been concocted
by some mind
of some time
in another world where
people existed under
altered circumstances
or-
in this world and this time
new expressions arise
and we characterize-
them-
still-
the truth is only the truth
if a mind claims it to be.
The real is only real
with boundaries-
where freedom dies-
where rebellion becomes
a step to
conformity.
Where Revere rides
and the Cold War subsides.
This is where
the truth will lie-
waiting-
for you to choose trust-
in the breath of an uneasy day
in the scent of a flower
or the sensation of rain
within a heart's beat
or a human's speech.
You pass it by every day-
not one notice you take.
Still-
it waits
on you
to understand it's glories
to know-
and trust it's
inner most-
purpose for being.
Jumbled amongst
the good life
the life of pursuit
the life of knowledge
the life of contemplation
the life of understanding
The life in which you are
better-
than you would conceive,
if-
you could conceive,
that-
you should conceive,
such an
honest-
blissful-
way to be.