Everytime we move

We as a species hold on to our narrow mind-set. The mind creates the illusion of order, so that we may not lose our sanity in the infinite vastness of it all. Somehow, this prevents our movement forwards...and for each step we take, we fall back by two.

Garden

Hear the silence of a golden bell,

Witness the colors that the blinded sell,

Taste the food of the empty air,

Watch the fall of the silent tear,

Abysmal sights for the fantastic mind,

Striving to move but still left behind,

A moment in time ripples across,

To the tune of a single grain tossed,

Infinitely do the waters glimmer,

As the future unfolds we feel the shiver,

The promise was a lie, and the lie a promise,

The gift of thought sanctified by death's kiss,

Inflicted the shadow upon the land we stand on,

Suffocated in the holds of the monstrous python,

The image of the ideal we hoped to achieve,

Now blurs and fades as we try to breathe,

And grip wildly on to the transient dreams,

Solicitous fate, now smoke it seems,

And at the edge of vision, share my sight,

Hold the body of Man, while the truth takes flight,

Fortune following the eternal question,

Was this progress, or my regression?

And blind, deaf and dumb we wander,

Back to the roots of the earthly mother...