Getting connected

[blazeofglory]

You existed, a father-figure
As early as God the almighty
A mother figure came into being
In tandem spawning a dozen
We in concert walled ourselves

Lineally affined we cut through every tangle
We built a place of abode homing ourselves

We chose not to be overstepped
Wherein we housed our egos

There is nothing called home
Even if we concretized the concept with cement and bricks
Observe underneath the seen
Home is a concept
A projection of your mind and extension of your ego
Beyond that there is a limitless stretch of evenness, dead level.

Your and my presence is not a two different reality
It is one in twos, threes and zillions
The seeming deviations converge centrally at the point
From which everything cascades in endless streams of life

Reality is not what it seems
This is reality- incarnate
What you see in the flesh is the carnal truth
And the cardinal truth is yet to be unearthed

Feel connected, cosmically connected
Truth unfolds to you effortlessly per se

[symphony]

Great one, blazeofglory. The lines connect to the next so well. And the gradual building up of the poem was brilliant!

The second last stanza to me sounded unnecessary though. But overall the poem's really a good read. No, great.
:thumbs_up

[amanda_isabel]

i thought the second to the last stanza was fine. more than worth the post, i would say :)