I lost my voice
I lost the desire to put pen to paper to take up the quill
When the dreams of a past life collided with the realities of this one
Is it fair to say that when we Love
We fall in Love with Love itself
So that the illusions are the dreams of Love
The dreams we have chased and re played since childhood probably
That Knight in shining armour
That damsel who could soothe all fears
Those figments of our scattered thoughts
Still reign supreme over the lives we now pretend to live
For the cars we drive and the houses we call homes
The jobs we profess to hate, love, be tied to
All these are pretences
Illusion holders are We
For selves for others for the mass consciousness that fears to step deeper into the darkest spaces and say
What if I never find the Light switch
Forgetting the bulb is within
Where lies the voice of the masses
Where lies the desires of the few
Where lies the Hopes of the Many
Where lies the Union of the Whole
Where shall we find this Holy Grail
And when shall we know that this is It?
That the “it” is Us, you, me
So finding the voice I find that its still working it all out
Work in Progress
Progresses at its own speed and that is fine also
For if the Journey were complete then why be here?
Whats the rush anyway, who said it had to be in a time limit
Work in Progress is Progress Working
And that could be “it”