comfort zone caskets * 7/23/13

We live in comfort zone caskets.

Most of the time, not near the walls

but generally facing the vastness

across the casket floor.

Repetition is seen as being operational.

Short attention spans are a form of candy.

The ‘why’ questions seem to die in vain.

A bigger picture is a sense of the immensity

of the casket is one’s use.

Everyone is equipped with peepholes

for viewing their own journey.

Dreams represent ceilings

otherwise unquestioned.

A bucket list is a form of three-card monte.

Goals in life are like a form

of stylized penmanship.

Comparative truth is a type

of divide and conquer.

Membership upholds connections

but contributes mightily to biases

never to be personally challenged.

Success in life often offends

the welfare of the planet, thus ignored.

Enlightened economics is way too complex.

The ‘causal’ concerns spend their best efforts

on religion and the pretense of politics.

Real heath matters seek to be

business successes above all else.

The language of product description

functions best as a hucksterism’s delight.

Thus we take pleasure

from comfort zone caskets.

‘Terminal’ velocity is just being

predisposed to busyness.

Most everything rational is really

a form of reductionism

committed to memory.

‘Say’ is the world,

seen through a miner’s cap light

in the dark of objectification’s glory.

Why the ice of our spiritual lives is so thick,

thaw looks like living to the fullest.

The world of personal secrets is a richer form

of exploration for transformation

then dogma, or a code of ethics

could ever admit into existence.

Family, blood ties, marriage,

all represent shackles too cumbersome

for most people to live beyond.

If you look deeply into any person’s eyes

their spirit is evident, their journey confounding.

Comfort, as a result, is really a timeout,

a lower vibrational means for housing

one’s spirit, bound and gagged in passage.

Casket is self-containment,

a sense of separateness

as an inherent deformity,

a challenge without equal.

Thus we do apparently thrive

in comfort zone caskets . . .