So what?
So what if the world is falling apart
Or so it seems
It was about time
And every birth is painful.
So what, if your life seems
to be
in of its alchemical phases,
which you not so much fancy.
It is the Way of things,
and it serves nobody and nothing
to argue with the sky.
So what if nothing is certain,
All is mixed.
Nothing solid.
And the centre does not hold.
It never did.
And has long been time,
to do away with that
Illusion.
So what if delusions of grandeur,
yours and collective,
burn in the Fire of Truth?
Fall on your knees,
Gently,
without drama or showmanship,
this time.
And give your respect
to the present moment.
Where you will find God and all the Gods
and more.
And smile
For yours is the everlasting minute
and more
You will be a Man
My Son!
