Maybe feelings and emotions are illusions, not real We have these things within us, our fate do they seal Things of love, hate, happiness, anger we generate from within We have taken a dive in the Cosmic Cesspool for a swim Maybe these things are liken a two sided coin Are they separate from another, or to the other have we joined? We enter into relationships, all different kinds Could be romantic, friendship, malignant or benign These things called feelings and emotions, these things that come out to play Without any conscious effort on our part, almost without our say What is it that causes us to view others like we do Are we in reality or illusion, or just a part of the Great Cosmic Stew? Is this planet on which we live just a Great Cosmic Learning Game Are we just players in a gigantic cosmic puzzle, slowly being driven insane We find ourselves in a strange land, we come to a door but it is locked Entry is denied us, no matter how long or how hard we knock Sign posts we have passed, written in symbols we think we don't understand Blind to the obvious, delusion we create 'cause within illusion reality is contraband. Finally, ever so slowly, our tracks again we retrace 'Cause something within us speaks of a pattern we must observe and unembrace We begin to truly pay attention to each and every detail, before us and behind Looking at everything as if for the first time, looking through our heart which is not blind Somehow we begin to observe things which here to fore we have not seen Wondering how we missed it, then berating ourselves for not being observant and keen. The puzzle we have solved, entry through the locked door we finally obtain Now we think life will be smooth, no more enigmas, our sanity we have regained Then as we enter the room we realize once more we are but a player in the game More puzzles, more questions of life to answer and we are once again driven insane Does it matter whether we are inside are outside of the locked door When will our quest end in this Great Cosmic Learning Game, or is there always more? So it is Written ... So it is ... Jay W. Gasaway: [12/23/96] (c)Birth sign: Not entered
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