Most people want to believe
they are bigger
than they are
but few people believe
in something bigger
It is the fate of the few
to see what isn’t there
and this vision isn’t ordinary vision
because it begins
by overcoming the self, and dying to the desires of the senses.
Sensations grow, like a flower, blossoming from within
like music flowing from our spirit
when we are not overwhelmed by limits.
Self-overcoming is what people are trying for
and failing at, because they can’t see beyond themselves—
losing weight and gaining it back
losing their mind, and forgetting where it’s at
They are stuck within their own boundaries
They are captive within the limits of their own reason
They don’t want to abandon pleasure
for eternity in the moment.
What we prove or disprove
is a limit.
We are flawed—
we should be perfect.
We can’t become like a photograph
or a facsimile—
based on what someone else thinks
We are our own paintings
with emotional appeals of expression
like flawed strokes that demand to be imperfect
so we might be accepted
for our imperfections.
The stage is set, in the everyday
and the man who thinks beyond himself
might have something new to say.
He who believes beyond himself
possesses unknowable power
and it is the unknowable
that is worth knowing.