Lets pretend you’re a peacock
filled with pride
at your picture perfection
as your energetics
are so abundant
that the excess
puts out a shine
that speaks for its Self.
Them thangs are thanging!
And then some.
In the midst of all of this
sits you
the real you
taking it all in
whilst being
the center of attention
as well.
Its a paradox, isn’t it?
I mean, how the heck
are you supposed to see
and Witness
the ridiculous amount
of awesomeness
you caused to manifest?
Its like being a man
gifted with a third leg
but born on
an island of lesbians.
Can you imagine the scene?
He’d be the only one
locomoting the beach
using an organic pogo stick
Boing! Boing!
But no boinking.
Getting back to the peacock
He thinks
“Wait a minute
I am me
all of this
and that means
I’m picture perfect
so whilst these wings
beautiful
appear to be useless
what if thats the hint?”.
He spends quite a while
thinking
good job he’s timeless
as we’d be here for ages.
He lets one slip
on a gossamer thread
to see what kicks
it floats
quite a distance
down
into the abyss
Suddenly it hits something.
He’s not quite sure what kicks but
there was an immense surge of potential
that was actualized
in that instant.
Down below
on the newly formed blue marble
built in homage
to house what is visiting
stands a man
with one eye
central.
You take all this in
because you are him
and
at the moment
you both share an inner realm
that is connected
by gossamer threads
and the beam you sent in.
This is how you knew
the earth formed as homage
to the eye in the feather
which hints
this is
a coherently collapsed
construction of consciousness
designed
to render solid
that which was ineffable
to a curious peacock
who was sitting
wondering
about the true nature of this effulgence
that effortlessly poured out of him
and crystalized as these wings
that seemed
in a sense
ironic
as there was no higher one could get
ergo that must be the hint
in this cosmic puzzle
the peacock was pondering
as he comes to comprehend
there must be levels to all of this meta
and thus there is a Prime
a point, pre-existing
which is the true Source of his radiance
just like he is to the human
who he instructed
to open his eye
singular
and let what is within
shine out instead.
This he did and
suddenly
everything shifted
as man was now not only in
but of the land as well
and thus
with three eyes
did he flit
between the playground of flesh
and the peacock resonance
who
on a whim
sent another feather in…
I’m sure you can guess the rest
but how many can tell
that we
in the end
beginning
and during
are not the flesh
but pure sentience instead
and how
in the end
beginning
and during
we are actually the peacock as well
that was curious
about its immense spread
of energetics
that seemed to make no sense
but were
nonetheless and thus
it thought literal instead and
leapt dimensions
to suspend on gossamer threads
the one reading this
who Thunks life is something else
when
in reality
its a dream within a dream as I haven’t revealed
who or what the peacock truly is.
Maybe you will
when you create the Path by walking
as thats all part of the hint, my friend
as it may be turtles all the way down
in which the delicate is hid
in a hard shell of ignorance
under which it labors
to earn its daily bread
but
in ascent
its as light and beautiful
as a peacock feather which
is perpetually alive
never deadening
as its connected on gossamer strings
which are another gift
from the Prime
pre-existing
who gave them to the peacock
in hopes of him figuring the riddle
of consciousness
and we, my friend,
play a huge part in this
but many slipped and fell
believed they were the script instead
instead of the one who clicks
“Written, directed by and starring me”
is the true nature of the deal
as
without that single feather
none of this exists and
its as true now
as it was then
for this is nothing more
or less
than a coherently collapsed
construction of consciousness
and thus
if you reverse the process
and comprehend there is no outer
without within
close your eyes to the distractions
and hear that Psylense instead
then your third eye vision kicks in
as the feather does its thing
as those strings, finer than silk
contained not only the blueprint
but whole mission
and every answer to any question
plus
best of all
the envelope was Self addressed
with postage paid as well.
Man, that peacock sure is generous!
There is one thing though
my friend.
Its worth noting that he’ll only take back
what he sent
that means your earthbound mess
desires and feelings
sense of yearning and fiending
for countless accolades and distractions
belong not the peacock realms
who
I already said
was already radiant with excess and thus
is most generous
and because the art of wisdom
is deciding not only what ejects
but what gets in
I’m sure you’ll innerstand
why you, not him
are the reason you’re pinned to the wheel of time
from one life to the next
as you forget you’re the eye of the feather
that can, if it wished
see with the clear sight of Inner Sense
but
if you meet death with a hunger in your chest
that is akin to eating a menu
in lieu of a meal
and going back for a second helping
as you tip, real well
the chef in Hells kitchen
and
you may know well
his cousins who sell
the finest of threads
that don’t exist
to emperors and kings.
Together
they formed a clique
that comprehended,
back when,
that they’d come across something priceless
and thus began the grift
of the greatest conglomerate
that no one thinks exists
but has a whole load of shiny feathers
from which it created a nest
to house its vipers den.
The name of this firm?
What else.
“Pinkus & Fuctus, Inc
at your service.
May our name remain on your lips”
he said with that forked tongue of his
as he intended to build
an empire
upon which the sun would never set
as
when it came to feathers
he had none himself
as he lacked that Prime connect
and thus had built
in darkness and ignorance
something that felt
intensely ravenous
since that first feather fell
and you, my friend
were born into this
from folks who give not an F
about the plans and schemes
behind the scenes
as they have hopes and dreams instead
and don’t believe none of this BS
about an immense peacock of sentience
or how we are it and it is us as each feather
reps a life we’ve lived, will or could
and how it is
in the end
all part of the same sketch
as Pinkus & Co simply play out roles
so its on with the show
came so far
but still have a long way to go.
From one feather to another:
Do the Knowledge, my friend.
Prove me incorrect
is my challenge
to this realm.
Till we meet again
