Perhaps some
play on words or patience has expanded
The will to
truth; tempting us with questions
Is it any
wonder we lose our patience- who is it?
The pause
and doubt on the threshold speak seriously,
Having read
their lines I tell myself the ultimate goal-
There is
nothing decided and decisive, itself a power.
It creates
the world in its own image, the problem;
There is
disbelief in all that has been constructed-
Nothing new
or genuine we ought to acknowledge.
Reality let
us stop and reflect, the dream disappeared
But is that
an answer, an explanation, an interpretation?
There are
still harmless self-observers who still believe.
We ought to
get free from the seduction of words,
Let us
therefore be cautious, consciousness adheres.
Who obeys
sensation, constraint, compulsion; ourselves?
The power of
prejudices has penetrated deep-
What strange
simplification, free, easy and false.
From the beginning
we understood how to retain ignorance.
Instead of
the consequences an inversion of perspectives
In belief
needs interpreting – we may adopt today.
Nothing is
given as real, except our world of desires;
We can sink
to no other reality, thinking is the relationship.
A
questionable question I could believe, the expression;
of self-contradiction
itself; the compass of inner experience.
Still un-exhausted,
repeat these beautiful words;
A future
bliss against nothingness is fear who exists.
I listened
for an echo, what we do in dreams we forget,
Our conscience
submits for the promotion of happiness.
To ask
again, is greatness – possible today? They imagine
With all our
dangerous curiosity, I now suggest change.
They call it
freedom, an indescribable anxiety perfecting
Ourselves a
problem and refusal to let it approach.
Signposts to
the problem evoke dangerous and beautiful
Thoughts touching
on what is to me – corruption,
Something fundamentally
different, its sublime sacrifice
Let us at
least be honest with ourselves.
There is a
delight in the nuances of those who wait.
Poem constructed as I progressed through 'Beyond Good and Evil' by Friedrich Nietzsche (cover image below)
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