What jest does God enjoy to create such falseness?
You know you are the white mouse in the wheel,
The wheel goes round and round
You spin in the wheel while your feet push past the now in the past
You know it’s fake; it’s not there– it never was,
Yet you run, run– round and round.
You tire, yet you run
It’s so tiring… “Run yet!
If you stopped, like you did once you will see too much,
Hear too much and sometimes see too much
You know that is madness beyond control
You know no one has answers to your soul.”
It’s all bleak here
I see through the veil
The other side I no longer see
The friend because took my sight
In a manner to help me, the mad madness
No longer lingers.
Yet I see the veil
The thread that weaves it
The life in the life we see not, I see
I see all, in a manner that I may not speak of
Round and round, runs the white mouse
Round and round we sway and dance.
Call me to your place again one time
This time I shall not say no to the chimes
Sing I will and smile too, at the cube
I see not, I see not, no more
Yet I see some– And
It is enough.
The reminder is enough to tug at the madness that sleeps for now
Awake it will be, maybe
Later than sooner, I know– I scare not
Run and run in the wheel you must
Aware of the world without the pretty cage
The pretty cage is pretty but that’s all it is.
Look around dear one!
You are here and not
You are you and not
We are but a paradox
Of the Lord of the lord
The knoweth knows, but if yea speak you shall be stoned.
Speak not the truth O man!
I am Truth; the within and without
Watch the step that you step
It is mine mine, mine
The world is your chess board
Play however you desire.
What you wish shall be done
What you desire you shall receive
This world is yours for the taking, O Greatness!
For you are the truth of the Truth
And we shall enter together the light
As one: Your step and mine, Be one.