I said to my friend the the other night in some jabber about life, “It sets me right and I do it wrong”. I captured that little one-liner on to paper and thought that I’d take it and make a poem out of it. This is that poem. The think(g) is, is that I couldn’t use that line in it’s exactness. As you see, I changed it. I switched it around. I didn’t at first. I did start this Pantoum with it exactly as I said it, deciding as I came to closure with it that I needed to switch right and wrong around. (what a concept) Not for any poetic justice to the poem, more that I want to set wrong to right in a very personal sense, rather than the other way around. I could feel it in my body my resistance to it all. That purest point of view that rattles in the head about … ya, that right/wrong thing.
Tho’ right, like every other concept of belief around it, can be as wrong to another as the right can be, the relativity of it quirked me out. So… here ya have it. Go ahead and stick that original sentence in the first and last line and see what you feel/think about it.
The All Wrong Thinks to Right Itself
I set me all wrong thinking to do it right
There in lives the story line of despairing thought
While the ego dances without a leg to stand on
Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception
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There in lives the story line of despairing thought
Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp
Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception
There is nothing unknown to all that has always been known
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Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp
Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought
There is nothing unknown to All that has always been known
The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime
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Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought
The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming
The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime
Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite
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The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming
While the ego dances without a leg to stand on
Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite
I set me all wrong thinking to do it right
