What's Left and What's Right

What is time?

Is life really to be fathomed by a tick and a talk?

Waiting for the moment to do what you please?

The beginning of an ending,

a shift,

an epiphany?

What does it take to wake up from our dreams?

A nightmare?

These illusions, lost in delusion and allusion?

Waiting for heaven in a death-bed?

This paradise is all we have

Right in front of us.

What a paradox it is, allured by sin.

Dancing with the devil in this universe.

Taking the beauty for granted.

Destroying ourselves, sedated by our own pride.

We have always been balanced, but we can be better.

Shall we transcend this mess we have made?

Who am I to persuade?

Maybe one of the few who perceives the charades.

Aware of myself.

Aware of my dark.

I question for truth a spark, my fight for light.

To destroy and create, to create and destroy.

As above so below, so below as above.

All is one, one is all.

This rhythm of ebb and flow.

We push the pendulum.

Take a swing.

The vibrations sensed.

The emotions immense.

Masculine and feminine.

The sun, the moon.

The divine:

Angels, Gods?

No not the mana, but ambrosia in the soul.

Are we not all part of this whole?