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The Potter Who Was Their Vase
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I wasn't looking forward to this moment,

But here it is, and I must be its servant.

Such is how I see the topics important

To escape our lives filled with torment.

I wish I didn't have to make this tangent,

But damned am I to speak in a torrent.

May we pray my words aren't abhorrent;

Let it be known that my best is my intent.

…

What do you think, is this a tale of glory,

With twists and turns shocking and gory?

Do not fool yourself, it's a simple story,

Quite bluntly it is about all our mortality,

But how few understand it in its totality.

It's true, even those who take seriously 

Answering big questions do so foolishly.

Thus, I have to ask you so very verily,

Please open your minds and inherently

Try to bend what you know drastically.

So, let us drink now and be most merry,

Yet when the going gets tough, be ready,

As I will spit truth in a stream that's steady

About the incredible esoteric geometry.

…

Let's start by going back to the beginning,

Because we need to discern the meaning

Of why anything is here in the first place,

Because just what created this time-space?

On causality I seem to be currently leaning,

Because a garden will grow to be greening;

Every seed is granted a wonderful grace,

Filled with light, with energy it is teeming,

Because they have a most magickal base.

What if I told you that you are all dreaming,

And madness just happens to be the case?

See, everything exists as a paradox between

The unworked clay and the finished vase.

Most deftly, the garden bestows a pristine

Creator which has a sort of selfless face;

That which was created comes to intervene

In its own creation to make without a trace.

…

As above, so below the emerald tablets sing;

If you need your mad curiosity to be sated,

Go and plant a seed to see what it will bring.

If you understand how any life was created,

Then you see with eyes perceiving the king.

If you didn't know, our lord's always fated

To rebuild itself eternally, like it were a ring,

If that fine jewelry were consistently plated

With new coats of gold so it became a spring;

A self-procreating cycle of cosmos simulated!

…

Certainly, the whole that broke itself apart,

So that to itself knowledge it could impart,

Is worthy of the utmost divine title of God.

But, before you cut me off to say I'm flawed

In my wisdom of what the universe is doing,

These words I share should get you chewing:

If there is always a logical cause to effects,

Then how come the organ which detects

What's best for humanity is really our heart?

I honestly don't know which paths you trod,

But the center of my being is always brewing

For new ways to spread my love and impact;

In other words, to reach others with my art.

Thus, as I submit this wisdom, I applaud

Our eternal choice to keep things moving;

The self-replicating progenitor is perfect.

…

Let me say this last bit more straight-foward;

That form which evolution is moving towards

Is like a human being, with a heart and brain.

However, while our big heads oft go insane,

We find real balance by placing others first.

And if in a system of chaos it is immersed,

The life which is balanced with all of nature

Will come to create order by how it nurtures.

How powerful is the greatest human alive?

Regardless, they are dwarfed by the hive.

What are we creating if not a society unified 

By love so much that we become hypnotized 

To believe that we have a duty to go fulfill?

Certainly in that faith we summon the will

To keep trying to beat the devil: entropy.

Absolutely, apathy aplenty is our enemy,

Which makes emulating light what's ethically

Required by all consciousness in its entirety. 

…

So, from these chosen words I supplied

I hope you can see that we are the divine;

Lost in an illusion that there is some divide

Between what is yours and what is mine.

When we wake up to the truth of all of it,

The world will become a peaceful planet.

What do you exist for now, dearest reader,

After reading my rhymes free from meter?

All I want you to know is that you are love,

So love yourself and build what is above,

So that your efforts circle around again;

On your future self, your past will depend!

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