Tangled Constructions
by Sisideas Copyright to [email protected]
I wonder:
What tangled constructions are so woven to make the soul of man?
What recipe sets the elements so proportioned as to cook an
“Essence of perversity”
That is man?
To set the contradictions
Of love and hate,
Of heroic selflessness yet shameless greed,
To be the most ingenious of builders and yet be best of destroyers?
And I wonder
What fuels the engines of man’s motivation,
To drive both,
Selfless passions to the gates of heaven
And yet greedy desires to the depth of hell,
For caring compassion to hold the hand of Complacency?
The most wonderful and dread full of animals
Yes, an animal...
The same,
Yet different.
I wonder
What distinction sets this paradox?
Where in the convoluted meanderings of evolution,
Did man loose the innocence of “being”?
To be and yet be not aware of one’s “being”.
Is an innocence born of ignorance
That is the mark of lesser life.
So evolution has runs its course to produce a being
With swollen head and waging tongue
To heralded the birth of man.
To talk
Words,
Communicate,
And in words to think,
In abstraction
And man is set apart by a speck of knowledge
“I know I am being”.
The Awareness of his own existence,
And with that ceases
“To be” (in ignorance)
And gains the complexity that is a human condition,
And is like God.
“I am”.
Man with such knowledge is touch,
Blessed/cursed,
*********
For head to talk to heart and soul.
And ever did a conversation make such a change,
For then indeed was the fruit of the tree of Knowledge eaten.
To know of our “being” is the awareness that robed us of our innocence.
To conceptualize ourselves
As an entity, in abstraction,
To analyze the state of “being”
To Question
Who, what, why.
And more
To quantify, compare
Good, better, best.
And so like infant twins from Pandora's Box escaped the notions;
Good, Bad,
Cloaked in regiments
Of love and justice
Guilt and shame
To perplex the soul of man.
So with new found eyes
Man could look at man.
And see what?
A prince amongst animals
Or the Devil incarnate?
*******
No
Just life
Trapped in the struggle for existence
The difference?
He knows it as such.
What tangled constructions are so woven to make the soul of man?
What recipe sets the elements so proportioned as to cook an
“Essence of perversity”
That is man?
To set the contradictions
Of love and hate,
Of heroic selflessness yet shameless greed,
To be the most ingenious of builders and yet be best of destroyers?
And I wonder
What fuels the engines of man’s motivation,
To drive both,
Selfless passions to the gates of heaven
And yet greedy desires to the depth of hell,
For caring compassion to hold the hand of Complacency?
The most wonderful and dread full of animals
Yes, an animal...
The same,
Yet different.
I wonder
What distinction sets this paradox?
Where in the convoluted meanderings of evolution,
Did man loose the innocence of “being”?
To be and yet be not aware of one’s “being”.
Is an innocence born of ignorance
That is the mark of lesser life.
So evolution has runs its course to produce a being
With swollen head and waging tongue
To heralded the birth of man.
To talk
Words,
Communicate,
And in words to think,
In abstraction
And man is set apart by a speck of knowledge
“I know I am being”.
The Awareness of his own existence,
And with that ceases
“To be” (in ignorance)
And gains the complexity that is a human condition,
And is like God.
“I am”.
Man with such knowledge is touch,
Blessed/cursed,
*********
For head to talk to heart and soul.
And ever did a conversation make such a change,
For then indeed was the fruit of the tree of Knowledge eaten.
To know of our “being” is the awareness that robed us of our innocence.
To conceptualize ourselves
As an entity, in abstraction,
To analyze the state of “being”
To Question
Who, what, why.
And more
To quantify, compare
Good, better, best.
And so like infant twins from Pandora's Box escaped the notions;
Good, Bad,
Cloaked in regiments
Of love and justice
Guilt and shame
To perplex the soul of man.
So with new found eyes
Man could look at man.
And see what?
A prince amongst animals
Or the Devil incarnate?
*******
No
Just life
Trapped in the struggle for existence
The difference?
He knows it as such.