The Significance Of Irrelevance
I feel as tho I’m wasting my time;
as if mere words are eloquent;
leaving reality; into the sublime;
daily becoming irrelevant.
Nothing I’m saying; hasn’t been said;
my words are mere repetition;
thoughts are images; soon to be dead;
the future is just supposition.
All I’m writing; has been written before;
to repeat it; seems rather absurd;
ideas, ignored; will be ignored, once more;
merely wasting my every word.
Who can discern the truth in what’s said;
can words bring about inspiration;
even less likely from words that are read;
writing just brings perspiration.
Yet, I keep writing thoughts of an old man;
seems a complete waste of time;
an irrelevant fool; analyzing the I Am;
ignorance studying the divine.
Surely the Master could do better than me;
one scrupulously studying Scriptures;
one, whom god’s given the vision to see;
painting the truth in word pictures.
Perhaps, the Master is displaying his powers;
with an old man; totally insignificant;
the king of kings can turn weeds into flowers;
and make empty words magnificent.
Monty 12.17.25. # 3,115