Finding our way

through the veil of reason,

through its crime of treason

against truth—

an affliction of sight

obscuring clear light

and clear mind

Finding our way

through the winds of change

through the infinite range

of pain and joy,

the tangle and mire

of propitious and dire

probabilities meted out

From the heat and cold

of the highs and lows

of where the wind blows

by chance or luck,

we seek equanimity

born of proximity

to ultimate awareness

Thus, gaining a foothold

in real perception,

quartered not in intellection

bricked and mortared solid

as edifices of truth

cooked into proof

but challenged by constipation

The indigestibility

of mountaineering

without cautious fearing

of the peaks of assumption—

perhaps only diversions

falsehoods of incursions

of false belief

Mountains of fictitious facts—

the gospel according

to whoever’s recording

their Golden Fleece moments—

homologated on high,

on reaching the sky

beyond mere mortals

Peace of mind

for mind’s sake

in an ever shifting landscape

of questions and mystery,

where fact and fiction

carry equal suspicion,

unless one “believes”

Belief that brings

the dogs of war,

with their blood and gore,

or the cat’s-paw

ruffling the waters of peace

that come and cease

in the tease of duality

The good and bad

raining down

on saints and clowns—

the leaven of life

and coming death,

the mystery of breath

that giveth and taketh

Every dark night

has a bright day

coming its way,

as certain as certainty

can rise and fall,

stumble and stall

on the good life

The horn of righteousness

not withstanding,

trumpeting the landing

gate of the late insured,

or the late damned

whose planned

coverage lapsed

Non-payment of virtue

a gourd of ashes:

salvation crashes,

as coverage dies

to original sin—

preconditioned clause its in

peeking through the fine print

Weary nomads

in a hostile world

of destinies born and unfurled

on great hegiras,

through time and reflection

and the projection

of speculative reality

The tempest clouds

of life’s disfavor

for easy labor—

stormy weather’s better

for the seeking of shelter

from helter-skelter

to Crazy Teaching

Reason follows us along

for a piece

but like a slum lord lease,

runs away fast

when things break;

It just can’t take

the cost of running wild.

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Excerpt From: Carl Hitchens. “Thinning of the Veils.”

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