Empyrean

John Prophet

Empyrean.
Born.
Budding.
Cleaving
from origin.
Separate,
unique.
Seemingly
apart.
Apart
from the
source.
Arrived
in a
strange
land.
Island
in the
void.
What
to make?
What’s
the point?
Stopped
along the
way.
Many
stops
on the
path.
Tapping
universal
energy.
Way stations.
Each stop
unique.
Much
to learn.
Drawing
from the
source.
Empyrean
the goal.
Shimmering
veils of
information
passing
through.
Utilization.
Infinite
lessons.
Challenges
to be met.
Enlightenment.
Universal
knowledge.
Learning.
Bungee
bounce back.
Back to
the source.
Never ending
journey.
Next stop,
next challenge
one after
the next.
Enlightenment.
Empyrean.
Attainment.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2021 20:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Universal
    knowledge.
    Learning.
    Bungee
    bounce back.
    Back to
    the source.
    Never ending
    journey.
    Next stop,
    next challenge
    one after
    the next.'
    that's why, we need only
    'forgive' ourselves a break,
    progress, as to the rate of our 'gifted' fate
    accept, the distance
    to our insurmountable mountain peaks;
    then simply succumb to that veiled meaning, in our: 'Journey's' worth..
    I ask, genuinely
    how conceited must we be
    to reach for perfection's mirages,
    when we're - yet, to embark on the path for understanding
    which Questions: are Relevant?
    'Let us, instead
    accept our limitations
    and succeed in identifying, exploiting and exhausting
    all our gifted opportunities, maybe then
    our future generations, can begin to contemplate
    why the word Empyrean exists, for a humanity
    that has yet to unfurl the repressed wings, tucked blind
    deep, in its own genetics and mind...' lol
    (I can never help my lol cynicism in humanity's unlimited capacity for self aggrandisement,
    we dream-up our endless heavens and deities
    just to curate our escapism's future where we 'deservedly' seat among them, while
    simultaneously we wage a war with ourselves, daily
    to convince ourselves
    the dishes, 'should really be done, tonight'
    and not left for tomorrow morning
    that will inevitably turn to
    tomorrow evening and etc.
    our dance of ludicrous hypocrisy continues, to entangle us
    forever - stagnant
    in our cyclical 'progression', of elite level wilful ignorance
    hiding, fervently
    from that question, we never contemplate proactively
    what-if,
    this life we experience - as limited and foiled by suffering, as it is
    is all that we're supposed, to 'perfect, elevate: evolve within'...
    and nothing else!
    (ah, what can I say
    once more your brilliant insights have my qwerty keys dancing away, mindlessly lol
    thank you for sharing and inspiring my little scribbled reply, dear poet)



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