ILLUSIONS OF OUR WILL

I see clearly that I’m blind.

Memories drifting through my soul

reveal that Time is in my mind:

of living deaths and never growing old.

rhythmic songs of deeds long done beat deep inside My Soul.

I know I’ve drifted far from Home.

Psychedelic drugs and atom bombs

prove we’ve all lived lives before.

I remember, mirrored darkly, through the lies

Shapeless Shades of Nothingness,

without a cause to carry, no reasons why,

afloat in spaceless voids of aimlessness.

Images of energy, space and time

are illusions of Our Will: conjurings of Our Minds.

Stuck inside a fragile shell I have no wings to fly

except with those I unfold within My Self.

— Lawrence R. Spencer.  2017. —

Originally posted 2012-09-14 23:52:51. Republished by Blog Post Promoter