Cut Et Paste

Cut Et Paste

Blurred can be the lines ‘twixt hero and villain

Subtle the nuances of mixtures bred and stolen

Into the arms of the mother

Into the focus undaunted
The active and the passive fall away and merge

Life goes on and on and then we’re gone

Everybody poops and everybody dies
Through ups and downs and loop-de-loops and lies

Love and war with its gentle and gore seem to offer more than routine and bore

We cut into parts then merge into a whole
Bodies, minds, and hearts all pervaded with soul
One is not the other and all we gain here we lose there
Quantum conundrum and reality does not seem fair
Zoom in too far and you begin to zoom out
Know with too much confidence and you begin to doubt
Go east and eventually you will end up west
    in the curved-space universe that we infest

Analyze and synthesize and all composite phenomena are pieces in disguise

The god-self delusion carries hopes and fears afar through times and lives
There is no core
Yet illusion habit rides illusion self on and on and on
Till we see and know beyond such intricate fetters
   and somehow cease to be debtors, no more go-getters, but letters go of all we know
   and ho ho ho it’s Christmas and down we go down hill of snow that is Odin’s beard to
   the timeless placeless wyrd.

Here beyond the gates we weave our fates
So mote it be So mote it be great