Saturday, December 12, 2015

The key


The key                                                                                                     

Once you train your will upon freedom,
only the key to the lock has value,

all other objects equally worthless,
crushed and scattered underfoot.

Ignore the ill-fitting, misshapen and static,
props of the inherent slight-of-hand

which do not internally align, similarities
meaningless and obfuscating; the entire range

from noble endeavors to fetid desires –
mere blind alleys, wastes of time.

Freedom whittled down to one tiny,
exactly notched, sharp-pointed instrument.

Once you train your will upon freedom,
only the key to the lock has value.

O child of God, the play of illusion
beguiles you everywhere you turn.

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