Poetry

Toil

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Ancient ways speak
Of future times, never
Closer than a moment

Elusive as the
Mirage which beckons
Me with treasure

But my idleness
Hinders entry to
The denary existence

Now I take the vows
Of toil as though
I were a Samurai

Benevolence finds
Me and I am no longer
My own adversary


The Human Species must accept the fact that we are responsible for how Creation evolves in this very moment and all the moments of the future. To the extent that we accept responsibility for the chaos we perceive, we also have the potential to advance out of the chaos.


The Irreducible Primary
© Rob Taylor, 2011

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