Are rules fools tools?
Yes when they can't be followed,
The real ones behind the hollows
Don't care if you know them or not.
What humans do is stay bought
Like it or don't that's the truth,
For the heart there's no substitute.
Why do I believe my own lies so easily?
That is the price to communicate.
You resent it in others, repudiate
What you resist, as if it's the real
That's discussed as you close a deal.
What if illusion was all that you had?
Would you think then that you're life was wasted?
How can I live my freedom?
Let it join you while you're away
In sleep, in silence, interstices of the day,
Hold to the lectern as off the notes fly,
Know it's not luck you're alive.
Learning is only forgetting,
Creation the sun that is setting.
How can I step into love?
Don't agonize what you walk away from,
See with closed eyes the unification,
Know that the visible lives to be still,
But you live electrified skeletal
Where things become one at the flash of a bulb,
Their distinction found in that moment and culled.
How does the sky walk in me?
Tether yourself to your own focused being,
Something must hold itself all down the streaming.
The real must get larger, you must let the gap
Grow past the structures you've made from the map.
Know people turn into your concepts and back
As the vapors you seize turn to facts.
How do I walk in the sky?
With tact and with reverence, innocent wise,
For there's not here a place for your eyes.
The feeling is consummate inside the chords.
The landscape grows straight from the words.
The time that you value so much you must waste
And space can't exist, nor anything not out of place.
