prison of the mind

the prison in our mind     it's that that pulls us round from cemetery to cemetery     from tomb to tomb where our stinking pasts are laid

we long to douse the smoke clouds hovering above the smoldering our deeds    the garbage pit that yawns as we watch    here we stood attempting to burn the rubbish that taints us    the refuse of sins thought long discarded     in the dump we called "home"

we're like fools in dunce caps facing the wall of rejection    twiddling our thumbs waiting for some trapdoor to spring    hurling our vision into bas-relief on the wall of lost grace

like dour virgins posing for a date    we sit staring into cameras that hold our image without a soul   seated and staring into the coated glass    hoping our Mate will ring and lead us to Spring

but will we remain stuck on the hinges of old queries    trapped in the questions that philosophy can't resolve    as we travel the road hungering for Light

*Reflections of Mircea Eliade:

  -When the sacred manifests itself in nay hierophany, there is not only a break in the homogeneity of space, there is also revelation of an absolute reality, opposed to the nonreality of the vast surrounding space.

  -Every sacred space implies a hierophany, an irruption of the sacred that results in detaching a territory from the surrounding cosmic milieu and making it qualitatively different.

  -...the theophany that occurs in a place consecrates it by the very fact that it makes it open above - that is, in communion with heaven, the paradoxical point of passage from one mode of being to another. 

*God is a God of the present.  God takes and receives you as God finds you - not what you have been, but what you are now.

  -Meister Eckhart

*Sometimes you gotta get mad to do somethin'!

  -street  prophet, San Francisco