the earth hurdles thru deep space
spins and turns
orbits conspire
and the slow, graceful
footsteps of a new dawn
break into view

fear of death
fear of life
a semantic reality
mediates
between senses and percepts
the illusion of control

laying on the open-ground
covered
by a dark blanket
pierced with points of light
bright
in their distance

the nite sky
full of stars
dark beauty fades
with rising sun

every so often
we mis-take ourselves
mis-identify...
take ourselves to be
who we think we are
but know we're not

culture blinds us
culture binds us
splits our minds
to reality
not shaped by the semantic
constructs, words...

Thinking
blinds you, binds you
trips you up
when we stumble
what catches us

what we need to "know"
can't be thought...

semantic "reality"
induces
paralysis, homeostasis
stable sameness

what we are seeking
we already are
the mystery lies veiled
beneath
a semantic world