304. Return To Logos

There are few souls in the world 

that will ever breathe the same air,

though we are all living within the same space, 

and at the same time. 

And we take it for granted… 

that there is always a life waiting for us, 

and in doing so our adventure never begins… 

Not in the way we wanted it to. 

And so life becomes slanted,

and we start to lose our trust,

and we often envision life 

as an endless, tortuous race,

though that is nowhere near true—

There is something about the human soul,

that makes me want this to continue… 

Life, and beauty, and magnificent art;

the magic of the planet that is Earth,

the special plane where we can just be.

The euphoric wayscape of pleasant serenity… 

The peaceful constitution of an endless happiness. 

And most surreal of all—the purity, and the love 

of total and complete human bliss.

However,

I also feel for misguided souls of this world,

and the Ego that prays to devour them,

claiming to be a friend, but a trickster in the end.

To become lost in self, so that we may forget all else, 

whatever had brought us here in the first place,

And why we live in the same space, at this exact same moment,

where we exist inside a collective of shapes and patterns,

Circling the ever-curving path of this terrestrial urn… 

Ego, the three-headed parasite, must die before we can truly live,

But not in the way that Ego has forced us to live for so long.

To be free of the parasite is to be engulfed in thrice duality,

the trident of reality—the trinity to all the cosmic serenity… 

The Sacred Triangle,

And for which the Pyramids were built;

A Reminder of the key element of humanity’s demise,

as I had predicted so long once before.

And so I built the Pyramids as a disruptor of these parasites.

Its energy, its technology—it did not work, 

And they could not form,

And so I destroyed it with my Star Sight,

A shape existing throughout the cosmic light.

And so then I traveled to lands afar, 

Finding souls to awaken, to breathe life into,

And to allow them to cure Life’s greatest illness.

Though instead, we have become villainous,

Eating our own in the name of the Ego,

And soon there will be nowhere left to go,

no souls left to rescue, and no one reason to exist.

The physical realm must let go of the Ego,

for the serpent will never die unless he is ignored.

And once that occurs, within the ashes,

A Phoenix will slowly arise,

And it will consume Ego’s decaying remains,

And once all of that is said and forever done,

Only then will we have the means… 

To return to Logos.