Sol Slavery

As dawn break nears, patterns emerge, of day walkers
Cock-a-doodle-do, the rooster’s loud serenade
Owls make way for fowls, while men smear their marmalade

Dogs and crows begin their fight, scaring the joggers
Barking and cawing, a tumultuous battle
A constant rattle, the bells of the sun’s cattle

Sol, an entity of order, never falters
Sol, the enslaver of earthly material
Sol, the bright bringer, purveyor of Time’s cycles
What would happen if we didn’t wear these halters?
Unrestricted by natural rhythms: fatal
Without these chains would we even reach post natal?

Master of the Balance, of Darkness and Brilliance, I sing this song for you.

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I say farewell to the Bantam Sky Twins

Illumination fills me as I listen to the twins
Perception hits me, now broadened out by their eloquence
I decide to speak, interaction springing from mind’s leak
I begin to speak, ideation past silence’s peak

“Oh wise err… foetuses,” I falter at the start
“You think of the soul as something within body
Your arguments have thus far been so very smart
But you’re still looking at the soul with physical tangibility

What if that were not the case, this idea we erase
View: bodies within soul, rather than soul within body?

Assume: the existence of many souls without
Then the existence of many spirits within
Each soul filled with myriad sprites, soul their redoubt
Each soul/spirit fusion leading to physical manifestation

Just like Mother Earth brings forth varied forms of life physically
All born on one planet, yet displaying variability
Different from the life on Jupiter
So different even from each other

The Sky Twins have grown quiet
I think they’re distressed
It is nearly here
The time of their birth
The Sky Mother shoos me away
I apologise and wish her good day

Ban’s Counter Attack

Ban grows agitated and begins to violently kick
Tam defends himself with shield. Sky Mother’s womb begins to leak
A soothing song calms both infants, and discourse begins once more
Ban, provided additional nutrition, begins to soar

“If men were more than animals
Driven by biochemicals
Then they would be aware
They wouldn’t easily scare

If men were no more than automatons
Moving to commands of instinct programmed
Eating their carrots or fearing batons
Being so easily conned, robbed and scammed
Of their common sense. So moved by falsehood
That they’d sell their morals for things like ‘nationhood’
Murdering each other for a chance at living in Gollywood, or forever screaming about being ‘misunderstood’
Exhibiting the pack behaviour of primates in all their glory
Beating their pecs, savoring the role of King Kong in the story
Obsessed with legacy, mired completely in physicality
Then perhaps I’d have been able to digest your words more easily

The selfless ones are aberrations, not the norm
When we are delivered from the womb you’ll see this storm

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Ban and Tam discuss dualities, spirits, animals, planets and stars

The spirits applaud my recent venture
So I go forth once more
Into the Sky Womb, the Mind Tomb
Of the bright questioning twins, Ban and Tam

Ban: So you believe man a duality
Of soul and body, mind umbilical?
Then why do we see only this reality
If we are inherently given such capacity?

Tam: Belief and Truth must be two very different things
Belief evolves as further revelation rings
I infer mind’s presence through body’s acts
Spirit through mind, soul through spirit

Exploring the soul may lead to further realms’ discovery
But going beyond this now tends to overwhelm infant me

Ban: what of other animals? What of stars?
Do they exist beyond physicality?
What of great bright Sol and what of red dead Mars?
Do they live conscious in a realm beyond ours?

Tam: If they do, we can only speculate
Animals are imbued with a simplicity
Their spirits are easier to comprehend
Perhaps we will discover more about them at some later date
As for planets and stars, they’re too different for me to relate

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Ban and Tam discuss Truth and Man

I eavesdrop on the twins in the Sky Womb
Clock stops its spin during their discussion
So intent are they, that they don’t notice Time’s stay
While discussing their truths in the Mind Room

Ban: Do you agree brother, when I say
That Truth is what we perceive, made sensate

Tam: I agree with what you say, dear Ban
Unseen truths can’t be grasped by mind of man

Ban: Then truth can only stem from body
Just Material physicality.

Tam: If man lacked the faculty of reason
I admit, his knowledge would be so curtailed
He would be enslaved to less complex patterns
Food, shelter, pleasure, as Darwin had detailed
Instead, man gives himself to curiosity
And so discovers his truth’s elasticity
Discovering that which transcends the physical flesh
Inferences drawn through a spiritual mesh
A fusion of the physical mind and the soul

Ban: Could this not be delusion after all,
A yearning for something Greater, a conceit?
To think that you have unseen soul and spirit
Could be born of a mind that’s very desperate
Coping mechanism to make tall the little.

Tam: in a purely mechanistic realm
Why would the mind of man be overwhelmed
By the things that do not so concern them?
Selfishness would not seem abhorrent
The mind would not come under assault
Where is the question of one coping
In a purely physical roping?
Empathy would not be possible
Short term pleasures, opioid disposables
Would rule the markets of the trade global
And bring about inevitable collapse
Survival endangered by every relapse
The mind of man would feel no need to discover
And progress would seem a futile endeavour

(To be continued… Maybe)

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