Existential Potential

Where is the boundary between acceptable and unacceptable?
The answer is You.

It All happens in situ

Every second moment in minutes

No room to stand still now

Directly above

You’re in the front row

Higher Self on the gantry

Extremes on the left

Nothing left but your Rights,

All the crumbs needed 

Are there to be followed

Leaders abstain

Mis-leaders take the game over

Followers blossom instead.

Clickety-click

What is real is only a dream manufactured

Nightmares flourish like Natural

All for the good

Alas, mental states deny progress

Changes are feared

Nothing keeps changing

Remember remember, the day it all changed.

Since when have you held your current perplexion?

When objectivity swooned past your temple

Lost your way with targets in hand

Where could it lead but trouble in earnest

Oh no! It has happened,

Exactly that which you feared

Your gaze locked onto where you feared going

You always go where you look.

Fear grips and holds on

Ensnaring your focus

Dread delivered with interest

It was supposed to happen this way

There was no other option

Alternate paths, there were many

But only one could be chosen 

The rules are the rules

Bed made, now the lying begins.

The excuses cascade 

And how biblically so

How, I don’t know

It wasn’t my fault

It was something I couldn’t foresee

Accidents don’t just happen

They are all set before us

Inevitability spared

God looks for those

Who look after themselves.

Notice to whom egos screech

When progress is halted

Littered seeds birthing their payload

Burrowed into the Earth

Taking root, germinating at Will

Creeping over and under

Bursting forth with a great purpose

Harvesting truth

Assimilating all darkness with Care.

Thoughts become motions

Feelings manifest into actions

As the dust starts to settle

Egos screech for expansion

As the people beg for salvation

Either Jesus

Their Mothers

God’s there of course

Hope lingers longest

Salvation always seems out of reach.

Help needed most

Only when trouble arrives

Circumstances always conspire

Teaching lessons

Providing nutrition not for the body

But to remind.

In our geo-metric contusion

A world upside down

Singularity folded

Seed stripped away from its vine

Duality fitted

How it all fits 
Doesn't concern those who just want to enjoy.

Pleasure and leisure rewarded

What for some comes via struggle

For others is delivered at birth 

Self-made and eternal

Life was a pleasure

But regardless of fortune or ethics

In joy last long, they cannot.

Is joy all that matters?

No one admits it

Most seem to crave it 

And chase it they shall,

Or maybe it’s health which most matters

Money can’t buy it

And yet it comes free of charge.

Or could it All be much simpler

So simple it’s crazy

With the Ego at peace

Ask just one question

Ask it of no one 

Apart from your Self

Here it is all in situ

The one question from which all answers do flow

After that every shade changes

Now life is a fresco

Nothing is ever the same.

The most simplest of questions

The key to the temple

Most ask it at as children

Never doubting the answer

But now it’s time to remember

Care-fuelled emotions no longer asunder

Think again and feel different
Breathe deeply and ask:

‘Am I a free Living Being, or am I a slave?’
Breathe out lightly with care
Rubicon crossed, now freedom awaits.
 

Do not balk at the answer that follows

If The Divine is inspired

Divinity wakens

There is still time for change
Or just progress

The answer you heard has potential

All in one instant
You in one moment
Then momentum begins.

True answers are rooted in Action

Be neither master nor slave

You can only help others

After helping your Self.

So many words are now out there

Answers still lacking

People waiting for clocks

For miracles to slay the peril they’ve conjured

As we lie dismembered, disconnected and fractured

Our Authors sow seeds 

To enslave the next generation

Generating dominion over the rabble

Excuses cascade and ignorance beckons

Everything spirals in line with its fate.

But now it’s all different

Real eyes acquired

True path paved with Spirit

An end is in sight

Fops removed from their perches

Here comes beginning

Every moment in minutes

Attention reset

Shedding superficial layers at Will

From orders to choice,

The transition continues.

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Written by George Tchetvertakov