Forever Dawn Podium

by Jared Lee

Road Voyagers collect their songs most meticulously
Freedom fleeting in a vehicle of vanishing sight
Recognizing a familiar song…left in a turmoil
Expression! Where does the great sayer go?

Say by blinding florescent lights this life can be transformed
Where oil is the fuel of an ego soul
Spent and sent away so many moonlit nights ago
The perpetual in motion, an individual’s reality speeds away
And we ask…does this conditional truly seek an end?

Transmission in choice
Gear grinding word binding poetic relief
And belief redlined manipulation marring purring expression

Children of the light
Forevermore they say
Those who touch the flame shall never spoil
Flame consumes

But this ego soul cannot be separated from the light
The fire which burns, within, shall forever ignite the tender, within

We are children of the light
Carnation’s incarnations…knighted multitudes
In cultivation of spectrums we are whole
We speak of liberation and the oneness of peace
Just a piece of serenity sounding in meaningful existence

Separated we strive and struggle
This be proof, an existence beyond mere existence

We are children of the light
We have cause to emanate
The five senses served as our temporary abode
Adorned with courage the will will provide

We are children
We are her poems
We are her light

…words within a flash of thought

And in between dreams there is reality
A voice by which I animate this body
With these words I give the voice its meaning
But it is not my spirit, it is not my soul

You judge reality as the present?
Whence dreams fade in the wake of waking?
Where the body moves but there is no sounding of metaphors?
This world that you call the present does not need these words

Then truly life exists before words

Body shivering
Awakened in between states
I am gravity
I magnetize with pure weight
Neither egg nor animal

There is thought
River flowing

These words are ripples
Such is not the essence
That is the belief in sight

Perhaps it was in the hearing
Feeling without words…the internal
Which manifests into perfection…sight?

Empty ache
Brief brevity wake
A slow witted mind meets with your eyes

Through far focused lens
I preconceived, categorized, and internalized
Intending never to look again

Enslaved through dependency
I accept the I of internalized eyes’ sight
Acculturating the normality of accepted world view

It separates me from you!

I thought my mind should be locked away
And here! There you are!
Walking amid endless daylight

Oh dormancy! How she shook and broke these chains
Casting off fears
Of a life lived forever, localized, in my self-sufficiency
Of my functionless form, isolated and absolutely emancipated

From this breath till every breath thereafter
I shall lift this practice of breathing

Awaken and walking amongst the living
Please give me your name
Turn around and see me
See how I strive to meet with your stride

Unless it is gazed upon through a lens, the great social and cultural achievements of our collective past remain a formless memory. For in formlessness, the mind would serve no higher function as it would remain isolated and absolutely emancipated (perspective). Said mind would not be able to perceive sight as it would lack ontological structuring and the basic ability to categorize thought (status ambiguity of self). Unable to sectionalize thought from thinking, this mind would not be able to express itself as it would not be able to perceive a self. Thus, such a mind would be perpetually conditional as its state would be dependent upon absolutes (flashbulb localization identity). It is inevitable then, that we must express ourselves through metaphors. Segregate the thoughts from thought and we have thinking, thinking from perception and thus form individuality. Must personal advancement be defined through self-determination