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The Web Of Life

The Cosmic Collective

Human consciousness is at the same time aware
And is sensitive to its own understanding,
But it also is ignorant of many things.
If we know what we shouldn’t then this knowledge brings
On a much deeper knowing about everything.
Yet our everyday consciousness can’t take us there.

Our sense organs are selective. They will pick out
Certain things they’re receptive to but that is all.
The electromagnetic spectrum is so wide
And within a small segment is where we reside.
Our perception of everything is fairly small.
We take in very little and tolerate doubt.

Consciousness leaves out more than it cares to take in.
That’s the way things are set up in this here and now.
Yet because of this what it’s programmed to ignore
Would be helpful in quelling our horrors and more.
Is there some way on this earth that life may allow
Us to be more enlightened? Where would we begin?

Though it is wise and natural that we’re this way
We gain some understanding through what we access
Through our forms of technology and practices
Of the nature of spirit, and what this all says
Is that we are given the choice to acquiesce
To the grace and the power of forces at play.

Bluebird

The Heart's Escape From Its Jailer

There’s a Bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
But I am too tough for him. I say, “Stay In There.”
I will let no one see you. In there you will stay

Until there is no such thing as the judgment day.
As I pour whiskey on you, no feeling you share.
May the world that is outside receive me in doubt.

In my heart there’s a Bluebird that sings of the blues
Due to my strictness with him. I cannot give in
To the flushing of sorrow for sins of the past.
Cigarette smoke sedates him. My will is steadfast.
All the whores and bartenders to whom I am kin
Know not who is inside me. The Bird I’ll abuse.

Do you want to mess up everything that I am?
Stay Down There. You’re a nuisance, and I am too strong
To let you blow my book sales and lots of income.
I have so much invested in keeping you numb.
And I’m also too clever to ever be wrong.
Sing yourself into slumber. I don’t give a damn.

I’ll let him out at night only. When the world sleeps
It has no notice of him. He wants to be sad.
Back inside he goes, singing a little in there.
Having not let him die yet, we sleep as a pair
With our pact kept a secret. My oddest comrade,
The Bluebird is a teacher to me as it weeps.