Water Tower

This is our emancipation from the pontification into a world without nations.
Religions without images, icons or belief.
Just feel the real deal in front and all around you, allow it to astound you.
You can’t know, you can never know it?
Is only dead past filters playing tricks on your mind, pasteurizing,
homogenizing.
Rip them from your eyes and see brand new, because it is right there in front
of you.
Sense, feel the molecules, each one has a story to tell, move one and make it
true,
And all the rest that leaned on that will shift into a whole new order,
without the words that distract from what they are supposed to describe because
they never can.
The word is not the thing, the thing is right there in front of you.
Let it speak for itself and make contact before your brain interferes and
tries to make it into something else.
Communicate silently wordlessly, direct.
Seeing, feeling, sensing, teletripingly taking in all the joys, and the sin.
The stories of our spirits would protect them from dangerous minds.
That take a part all that matters and does not coincide with their mass social
suicide,
the communal tranquilizing triviality, the bourgeois judgers of others from
their empty houses on the hill,
from their empty souls that echo unceasingly, empty preoccupations
which never catch up with the realization that we just need to STOP.
Let it all unwind, pick up only the pieces we know are true and from those one
by one build something new.
Be true to your own true natures and allow others to be true to theirs.
Be your own teachers, preachers, completers.
Listen to your mind, follow what is right in the night in dreams,
and wide awake.
Throw away what is wrong non inclusive and stupid.
Ignorance is the only sin.
See through it and it will disappear as insight points the way to what is clear
an action follows instantly effortlessly.
No conflict distortion or delusion can touch this cosmic infusion.