I’d Rather Die by Zen Gardner
I’d rather die and be alive
Than die and just be dead
I’d rather fry than compromise
With flies around my head
“Death to Self!” the placard screams
While anger inside roils
“End it now, it pointless seems!”
Midst oceans on the boil
“What is this ego death, pray tell
What is this end to self?”
The specter looms with grin from hell
“Perhaps be truth thyself”
The banter rolls around the cage
Dampened by the fluff
Muffled, no expected rage
The audience? A bluff.
The lusting, liquid mind is quick
“No matter – hit the spot!”
“Perceive or not perceive I will!
Believe, or I am not!”
The pixelating picture fades
And falls to end of screen
Illusion and its many grades
Were never as were seen
The show goes on, the limits burn
Like layered walls of brick
Yet slowly, ever slow we learn
That naught will ever stick
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ethompson
November 13, 2023 at 7:12 pmMore awesomeness. Thank you, Zen.
markfarrar
November 14, 2023 at 4:08 amso great to know the Don
is still with us …. I often wonder
whats become of Sammy Keene , Mick and Chris
ethompson
November 14, 2023 at 8:13 amHi Mark, probably gone the way of all flesh…..
ariel
November 14, 2023 at 10:36 am‘What is the SELF?’
the ego screams.
‘The SELF: it must be ME.’
Enraged without control.
It also claims it is the SOUL
Addict to phantasy.
The challenge the same
has always been.
Can we be masters of our-selves
when all about us seems to turn to hell?
Or are we just unfortunate slaves
wasting time before we fall
unconscious into graves?
Can you solve the mystery of life beyond the grave?
Will there be any ‘little-me’ left over to be saved.
Or will it be all blank-ed out,
no matter how we scream and shout?
‘So what was that lie-fe ALL ABOUT?
Just wait your turn
YOU WILL FIND OUT
Already we can crash and burn
but here we are to LIVE and LEARN
LIFE IS A PROCESS without doubt
We play our parts as Shakespeare wrote
we have our exits and our entrances
But let us not be so entranced
we trip over our own ego’s stance
and miss the beauty of the dance.
Pre-occupied with our own worth
wasted our time
here on Earth..
x
Peony
November 15, 2023 at 3:04 pmSo good to read all of your inspirational insight, love you all wonderful people 💚
markfarrar
November 19, 2023 at 6:12 pmWho Am I ?
Am I Always I ?
Am I Never Me ?
or Am I … Ever We ?
Am I Ever … All Three ?
Self Limited ?.. Limited ?.. Free ?
markfarrar
November 20, 2023 at 7:01 amthe Greatest Deception ?
the Imagination .
Reflective Creation .
the Truest Attention ,
the Clearest Intention ,
the Newest Invention …
the Fake Revolution ,
the Final Solution ,
the Hoax Evolution …
the Matrix Construction ,
the Latest Instruction ,
Creative Destruction .
the Disintegration .
ethompson
November 20, 2023 at 1:16 pmGood one!
ariel
November 21, 2023 at 11:18 amUmmm ‘Die NOW, pay LATER?’
xxxxxxx