Give me a Sign
any sign will do
just give me a sign
and I'll do the rest;
It doesn't matter
if it's true or it's false,
it only matters if
it makes One give pause;
and reflect upon that
which One still haves
and what can be done
if only One knew;
what One already has learned
what One already has forgotten;
whence One is from
what One already has done
that One is some Body's Sun;
where One already has gone,
what One already has foregone,
what One already has to do
what One already has within;
there is no limit
but limits of Mind,
they are the boundaries
which inexorably confine
and restrict us to "us"
instead of "it all",
Mind is your gift and curse;
please don't make it your downfall.
Mind is a Tool.
Mind
Is
a Tool.
A Tool,
which sometimes works itself
in counterproductive ways;
it is only shameful when
you allow it to stray;
the only true Sin.
You are not your Mind;
You are not your Body
You are an Illusion of Mind,
the Pilot of Body.
Give them a Sign
any sign will do
just give them a sign
and they'll do the rest;
There are no limits
except our limits of Mind,
they are the boundaries
which inexorably confine
and restrict us to "us"
instead of "it all",
Mind is our gift and curse;
please, let's not make it our downfall.
Mind is our tool.
We are not our Minds;
We are not our Bodies
We are Illusions of Mind,
the Pilots of Bodies.
In that way,
true Illuminati
So,
Give us a Sign
any sign will do
just give us a sign
and we'll do the rest;
It doesn't matter
if it's true or it's false,
it only matters if
it makes us give pause.
It doesn't matter
what Sign it is
it only matters
if
We make it relevant.
We make it relevant.
Make it relevant.
Mind is a Tool;
Make it relevant
to you.
(Then, perhaps, you will be relevant to it.)
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
Give me a Sign
any sign will do
just give me a sign
and I'll do the rest;
It doesn't matter
if it's true or it's false,
it only matters if
it makes One give pause;
and reflect upon that
which One still haves
and what can be done
if only One knew;
what One already has learned
what One already has forgotten;
whence One is from
what One already has done
that One is some Body's Sun;
where One already has gone,
what One already has foregone,
what One already has to do
what One already has within;
there is no limit
but limits of Mind,
they are the boundaries
which inexorably confine
and restrict us to "us"
instead of "it all",
Mind is your gift and curse;
please don't make it your downfall.
Mind is a Tool.
Mind
Is
a Tool.
A Tool,
which sometimes works itself
in counterproductive ways;
it is only shameful when
you allow it to stray;
the only true Sin.
You are not your Mind;
You are not your Body
You are an Illusion of Mind,
the Pilot of Body.
Give them a Sign
any sign will do
just give them a sign
and they'll do the rest;
There are no limits
except our limits of Mind,
they are the boundaries
which inexorably confine
and restrict us to "us"
instead of "it all",
Mind is our gift and curse;
please, let's not make it our downfall.
Mind is our tool.
We are not our Minds;
We are not our Bodies
We are Illusions of Mind,
the Pilots of Bodies.
In that way,
true Illuminati
So,
Give us a Sign
any sign will do
just give us a sign
and we'll do the rest;
It doesn't matter
if it's true or it's false,
it only matters if
it makes us give pause.
It doesn't matter
what Sign it is
it only matters
if
We make it relevant.
We make it relevant.
Make it relevant.
Mind is a Tool;
Make it relevant
to you.
(Then, perhaps, you will be relevant to it.)
I intend my verbiage in this poem/lyric to be as secular and Mythic as possible,
but that itself is subject to interpretation, so there you have it.
Also, the subject "it" is meant to be flexible as opposed to concrete;
in that "it" is not always Mind, you, me, etc.
"It" is a Tool
Use it for "you"
Make it relevant.
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