The keys to discovering the answers you seek
Day 5 of 30 day poetry challenge
In our hands, emptied all the same, hearts hidden treasure, willing and able, notwithstanding sacred notions kept hidden for all centuries leading thus far. Fallen, broken, peeking blinders, best-laden plan withheld truths to be told, fallen on deaf ears.
Know Thyself, origins uncertain, Plato nipped it from Pythagoras, who had a friend named Pittacus of Mytilene, cousins sisters friends’ brother Periander who borrowed it from Myson of Chenae or maybe it was Heraclitus who stole it from Cleobulus of Lindus, who found it near Chilon of Sparta, Bias or unbias of Priene I do not know. Still, here we are, attempting to Heal Thyself.
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise, the aphorism of this nature, falling short to the ones we hold dear. Like the title suggests, we hold the key, Akashic record keepers coming to our aide, hidden messages coming to life without infra-red light-bulb goes off in our head, as if knowing it for centuries, lifetimes, handed down, not the hand-me-downs of matchbox twenty.
Decluttering self-defeating thoughts, traumatic faded memories, ancestral, familial, made up, fictitious, or as real as a hammer smashing thumb. Painful is as Painful was, unearthed, the unmatched twisted reality facing all the masks before.
One by one tried and true, no longer fitting for this room, attempting to fit in, Fitbit failing exercises, levy breaking down illusions. Unsettled, uncertain, Just Can’t Get Enough Personal Jesus, the time before, nothing new under the sun perceptual changing thought process accepting New Order in the court.
Letting it all go, down to the very last belief, what do we know to be genuinely Straight Outta Compton, straight out of the cash cab entering new dimensional vortices, narrowing gate, camels threading needled hay. Looking up, gazing stars, transfixed on the astrological signing of the deeds; looking downward at our own two Stepping Into the Canvas, there in our dominating grasp, no longer for the straws.
There behold, offset shooting stars, transgender calling for recognition, opening to the Way of walking a thin red line, narrowing the road, narrowing the Way. Heartfelt guidance ignored centurial no longer, accepting a voice of Creation Speaking in our native tongue.
There it was all along, the key to universal thought bodies, omnipresence, omnisentience, omni-everything, take hold, run with it, go with the flow, you are it, It Is you, Love is Thyself.
~Ani Po
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