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THE TYRANNY OF THOUGHT

9/16/2020

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​The story unfolds
slowly
I
waiting
for the shift that never comes
and the moment is never right
if only there was
no
no
but why then silence?
where the answers?
the day turns to night
there's a change
but not the one I had hoped for
I choose to pain today
amidst the miserable and the dandy
thoughts a fog I can't see through
the fear deep down
I try to look away
the grudge kicks in
I resent my own existence
the walls start rising
the fountain of life seemingly depleting
if I could reach beyond myself
feel beyond myself
know beyond myself
to be beyond myself
can't I?
shouldn't I?
I am waiting for the crossroads
I know it's there I know it's coming
but what if it isn't?
my focus shakes
I crumble tumbling
trying failing
no relief
no relief
the breath fastens
I can't remain
be still alone
alone
alone
with my thoughts alone
o deliver me from my thoughts!


I wake up
the day begins
yet another day?


In this tyranny of thought
there is no hope for beggars
actors dismissed as puppets
there is no redeption
only struggle
and the toil of survival,
Is this it?
Will the sun not come?
Will it not shine on them upon?
Will it forget me?
Will I remain alone?


This can't be all there is.


This can't be all there is.


Where have we gone wrong?
Is this what was intended?
Is this how it is supposed to be?


This tyranny of thought
that weighs us down like an anchor.


Is there a space beyond thought?
Beyond the material, the immaterial?


Is this hope in vain?
Is there no proof to faith sustain?
Is faith a beacon of truth?
Or a sign of ignorance?


Are we not in need of cradling?
Have we not begged and prayed for a redeemer?
And waited, waited without hope.


Are we not made in its image?
Are we but chance, but scum?


Why would we conceive of such thing as sacred?
If it didn't respond to a sense of divinity?


What did we know then that we have forgotten today?
What do we know today that was unknown back then?


Do they not tie together?
Is one not the result of the other?


Who is lying, pretending?
Not wrong, but incomplete!


This can't be all there is!


How could this have come to be without there being a place of origin?!


Why in it's absence do we feel alone and afraid?


Can it ever be absent?


What are thoughts but the illusion of separateness from it??


If I were to believe only them
and not the space in which they play their games
I would go mad!
What terrible claustrophobia would ensue!


Reduced to a whim, a silent word, a spec of consciousness, nothing!
But is that true nothingness?
Is that complete experience?


The war lives in thought, is fought in the mind.
The tyranny of thought tries to prevent us from letting go.


What are we letting go into?
What abyss may one imagine?


Are we not the abyss on which the mountain of thought is grown?
Are we not the beholder, and not only what is held?


Thought never dies,
but we can choose to surrender our attachement to it.
Thought always tries,
but there is no need to try, simply to be.


In an endless spiral of confusion do most people live.
For their damned thoughts is the only home they have to return to.
Is that not true?


What solace can one find, in a life ruled by chance and chaos,
in a mind where there is no order, in a heart left unfelt, in a soul not yet discovered!


To the tyranny of thought,
the flag of surrender I say!


To a life beyond thought
the end for which all strife is made!


In a new light I rise with the sun today!
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