11-21-2014, 06:30 AM
The Iceberg
Whom amongst you would defy
the dyad rite of life and death,
nor whom amongst you could deny
the right to die, forsake life's breath?
None - as salient to the seer
that we are mere observers in
the puppet-show of reality's theatre
of whom senses are but distant kin,
we are but droplets in the ocean
of time and space - of 'God',
deluded in thinking our devotion
to aught is of any odds;
any such who bears eye and ear
dons senses with which to salvage scrap
of the waking mind, which is mere
solecism to the sub-conscious satrap
who hents the minds of many men,
men of such bears for they would but
adhere to mere primal perception,
never to their base bonds cut;
for had Freud boarded the Titanic
and be drowned by his own allegory
would the ironic ice-berg's panic
be but another tragic story;
underlying the surface coincidences hint
covertly to even the least amongst us
of a force within - potent yet latent
like Sleeping-Beauty for man to buss,
buried beneath a midden of senses
of whomsoever employs eye and ear
with which to build conscious defences,
are slaves still to the sub-conscious puppeteer.
In the depths of the mind's ocean lies
the icy myriad of truth concealed
to the mentally vacant - but to the wise
is the deep veiled reality revealed.
the dyad rite of life and death,
nor whom amongst you could deny
the right to die, forsake life's breath?
None - as salient to the seer
that we are mere observers in
the puppet-show of reality's theatre
of whom senses are but distant kin,
we are but droplets in the ocean
of time and space - of 'God',
deluded in thinking our devotion
to aught is of any odds;
any such who bears eye and ear
dons senses with which to salvage scrap
of the waking mind, which is mere
solecism to the sub-conscious satrap
who hents the minds of many men,
men of such bears for they would but
adhere to mere primal perception,
never to their base bonds cut;
for had Freud boarded the Titanic
and be drowned by his own allegory
would the ironic ice-berg's panic
be but another tragic story;
underlying the surface coincidences hint
covertly to even the least amongst us
of a force within - potent yet latent
like Sleeping-Beauty for man to buss,
buried beneath a midden of senses
of whomsoever employs eye and ear
with which to build conscious defences,
are slaves still to the sub-conscious puppeteer.
In the depths of the mind's ocean lies
the icy myriad of truth concealed
to the mentally vacant - but to the wise
is the deep veiled reality revealed.
- Free will

