Leave the Bones Synopsis
What seems to be obvious is oftentimes not. What appears to be trivial may represent a key to magnificence. That which presents itself as reality may, in fact, conceal the truth. Things are not always as they appear, dear friends. But is that such a bad thing? Is this orb we call home all that satisfying? Does it take us from birth to fulfillment or just to decay? Shall we truly settle for such a trifle? Will it give us entry and bear us through a better life? Do we get to live forever, without hate, fear, or strife? Do we inherit a permanent home or just a brief pause between dawn and demise? Questions are many, answers are few. It seems but a pitiful choice, between this and that. But could it be the lie does hide a most remarkable reality? Could it be that we suffer but yet another level of dream? The Buddha declared his wisdom by simply being awake. If he has so arisen, shall we but follow suit? All in all, not a bad example, that Jesus and Buddha did produce. Both proclaimed a higher being, both did lend love as clue. Both knew more than ever, about eternal truth. Shall we pay visit to their realm of Mind, where angels serenade welcome home souls? Shall we sneak a peek at eternity, just for the helluva of it too? I don’t know about you, my friend, but I’m a little bored. I have expended much of my life here, and so far, with little reward. Don’t get me wrong. Materially, I’ve done quite well. It’s just that those particular materials haven’t served me that well. You know what I’m talking about, that great big hole in our soul. You know of what we are missing;Love and what makes us whole. Deep down inside you know I speak forsooth. Therein does reside the key to our most holy truth. I will help you touch it, if you will allow me. I will assist you in your discovery, if you so trust. But truly, I will show you where I have been. Like or not; an appeal I cannot render true. It simply will be a matter of what rings true to you.
Shutter’s Island
Shutter’s Island
A place of ill repute
A prison for those imprisoned
In minds that cannot refute
A point of reference
That simply does not compute
This place of insanity
This place of war
A place of much less
A place of no more
So tell me, my friends
What is the insane we see here
A place of tidy disarrangements
With a stated need for fear
A point of departure from truth
A place neither there nor here
An illusion born of insanity
And maintained by that lonely fear
copyright 2010 Leave the Bones- J. Michaels