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The Great Mystery of Direction

Can man really say what is good and bad?
When as the clock keeps turning morals change in clips and fads,
And as the hands move freely they seem to make more spokes,
And as the new voice comes calling it pitfalls in old jokes,
For of course the world has boundaries that hold ideas in columns,
But a slight tweek in perspective makes them loose not very solid,
And as we dance out our daily lives in personal choices in the rise of chance,
When can man point out his own hindrance?

For every step when looking from the grey,
Makes light of a middle the polar minds fight to betray,
For often the problems come from two positions getting treated as one,
The harder getting deemed evil the good only labeled when fun,
The harder context being lamented,
Allowing the path of the traveler to become tormented,
And men so easily see a single frame,
Which leads to violence and problems of shame,
Yet if it is so easy to call out your cause,
Then it was probably a justice of your own minds pause,
It will never give you the full play…


And as each decision spirals on,
You can often feel a simple pawn tossed to the royalty that directs and spawns,
Yet no play of this is not construed,
The thinkers of old feel similar to those of the new,
A testament to the world holding its own ideas,
The concept that was god was nature in personification of societal reals,
Yet the message is always new never ending,
Skuld’s sweet kiss is incoming never relenting…


For what do I do sitting in a culture that I can’t meet in the eye,
And with each stone thrown from family and friends may be snide,
Is this life not up for reflection?
For in ideas and frames I run my brain to find some protection,
Yet the real play of culture and its push for your pay,
Makes the esoteric a hobby and an escape today,
Yet as a man who feels comfortable in this what can I accomplish,
Do I sell into the mode of sharing my wish?
Creating a huge audience yet like Gibran could they really respect it?
And at worst like Nietzsche they construe your view to hellish directive,


The philosophers of today sit inside books in coffee shops stirring their brains,
A silence is held as they share any inflection,
For the modern has given it’s just easier to be complicit,
Work each day in a metaphorical cage knowing that we can’t reach to wild grit,
For the show that is a display in front of brains seems to control the players from behind,
Not an imaginary co-operation of power but the personification of public mind,
I ask what should I do while others answer blind,
But they never really listen…


For if we are too quick in concept then a sliver of the perspective is all we get,
And the assurance swallows the discussion in intellectual debt,
But what of that outside world we keep neglecting,
The drives to protect lead you to human functions enacting,
And then gala parties are there instead of friendship,
And when millionaires steal the divine paths to the other are they on the same trip?
I move to empower those I can effect…
I feel that I will sit in the dancing of my brain to help those around me,
I will do all I can to help friends, love-ones, and family,
But I can only be the impact to those inside my vision,
And if I were to make a power move then I’m no better than those on mission,
Who create great strides but inside money ties,
End up asking and behaving like politicians,

Discussion and aide to the problems in brains is all I can do to help,
But if professional not a loving approach but an etiquette gets persuaded about,
So here I sit laughing at my own position,
Plugging along in common work writing things that won’t be heard,
And the best joke of all is I would despise the attention if it set in,
I guess the problem of those who growing up had similar woes as me who I want to aide,
But if I were to display my internal dialogue to the wide array,
Then the difference of perspective would destroy my helping hand,
Then I would be no better than con man,
Snake oil salesman giving in to product land,
For we have made the ideas of mind a product for consumption,
And inside that sight you see cult and exploitation not helping persuasion,
A repugnant style I could not stand to be a part of,
Then I see why the hermits did what they did,
Running to common ground as culture became quicksand,
Yet with no livelihood and no free land,
Inside the bubble I hold my stand,
Waiting and walking,
Disappearing to the wilds,
Yet reaching them with vehicle made possible by same complaint,
Then what is the way to exercise your brain,
In a land where mystics and philosophers can often be framed insane,
And the wild I seek is being tamed,
Then a simple man I play my part,
Still diligent but trying to find a place apart,
Am I just too stupid or too smart?
But maybe that designation is just as fickle as the polar found people…


Then I sit eyes open only to possibilities,
But sealing most by personality,
What path shall I walk next?
As long as I am me and not losing myself to shame,
Any action can preserve my game,
But how to continue on the board remains a misty rhyme,
May my eyes be open from inside before my time,
And may each person find happiness even through turmoil in ride,
Then and only then will my mind subside,
And be content that those around were treated by me a labeling of alright,
I will stand with compassion searing to all walks of my life,
Even when others and family look in horror to my life,
They sadly will never know the joy,
That every day I wake to see life around makes me fulfilled and truly employed…
May natures outside sweet breath kiss me with reviving kiss,
And as I ingest the veil lifts its impregnable mists,
As I breathe I hear the otherworld sing,
That if you haven’t heard you cannot comprehend its incomparable iridescent ring…
I am only a single person,
Of a single family,
Of a single lineage,
In a single state,
In a single country,
On a single continent,
On a single plate,
On a single planet,
In a single galaxy,
Part of a single universe…
Then the answers aren’t very singular are they…?
When extrapolating connection is always to bigger frames
Then with what use should I put into action with my brain?
Even those so called found seek more as time goes on,
Then lost each of us are yet more stable some try and sound…
Are they the greatest tricksters of all here in bodies bound?
And if so then treating others with respect and with compassion moves more than activities,
And to be a better person is never measured by collecting currency,
But by your interaction with the other lost fools,
Be careful of getting trapped by the watery words in fenced off more desirable pools…
Honesty of truly knowing nothing of our purpose,
Is a common thread that gives voice to the greatest human trust…
That gives every single human a place of common ground to brew,
Find your path and make it through and as life ends a new mystery will be before you…
Look back to Urd’s beauty as a guide,
Let Verdandi be persistent as a constant ride,
And maybe just maybe Skuld’s pose will give you a new mode,
I tip my hat to the three states that are so subconscious now we forget their hold,
And may the Norn’s tapestry give you a new idea to be bold…
Then being lost and yet helping all gives meaning even if cultural application gets stalled…
Written for those who are stuck thinking on what is the next move...
We all are there in different pose…
As the future is always coming on at least have happiness in your soul…


Sean Stutzman