Find it Ireland

[Timberwolf07]

Dead Wood 5,-

Stopping now right here where I am standing,-
As I start to feel those dark shadows start to fall upon me now,
And feeling myself struck hard by sound across my face hard enough to taste,
Feeling the force of it attempting to knock all the options and choices from my head,
Being here with my reasons for it all and able to feel my voice with what I had to say.
Like everyone else now being exactly: Where, what, and when we are meant to be,-
For the force of the Tao* dictates these facts to us all and currently is darkness in darkness,
And knowing that every battle that has ever been fought by us will be obscure and forgotten,
As only the moment matters now and that the moment matters absolutely now.

Now feeling something like a draught of cold air across the back of my neck,-
Moving forward from where I stopped and seeing the stars change from cherry red to blue,
And if I am to believe the lines on my hands as those finest threads slowly unwind,
As I also know that the plainest things offer the greatest range of possibility,
With all things highly specific anticipates outcomes that guarantee failure,
If not failure then the total absence of grace from those things made perfect,
Opening my heart now to the hardest part and opening my fist to take all that I have missed.
For it seems now that the only thing left now is: Will,-
As the future seems to have become something inherently plural now,
And feeling directed by the Tao as if to right particular wrongs in the world,
All of us being subject to those twin laws of entropy and chance in a hostile universe,
With many things devoid of: Beauty, Poetry, and Grace.

Now finding myself being made aware of some gifts given without names,-
Feeling them like indescribable shapes that are like being Brailled out,
Against both those backdrops, and grounds of what I know not what they are,
Having hurt deeply like some great Poet's phrase, like the world that hurts God.
And each and everyone of us is touchable in some way, shape or form,-
As the Tao like time grabs us by the wrist directing each of us where to go,
Though the future may now be plural it is still open to interpretation,
Hearing a noise and looking over to the courtyard of the jester,
That sits there hidden from the sun's dark light.

Having seen the pretty people disappear like smoke,-
And I have seen friends both disappear and then arrive,
As the Tao has dictated that it should and would be,
So stretching my hand out to those deemed worthy in love and friendship
That being the only thing that I can now call sacred and receive a singular touch of grace,
For all the others seem to be looking at the hands they were dealt and life is their pantomime.

* Tao (Pronounced: Dou), = The philosophy by Lao Tzu in which all things happen or exist, and rational basis of human activity or conduct. (one of the three books that legend states if combined will make you unstoppable at what ever undertaken).

Copyright January 2004: Timberwolf International LTD.