The Magic Pie
When you stop doing the dance
Know the secrets of the production
Opt out of your lease with the smoke & mirrors company
Is it enlightenment or is it Hell?
What happens when you see the circle
And everything within it And are able to jump in and out of it?
Does it lose it’s interest?
Is there a difference between finding enlightenment and losing your mind?
Cuz neither one really matters.
It’s got all the makings of the greatest show EVER
But at the end of the day, whatever that is,
It’s still just a show that you can either act in, be behind the scenes in, or
Watch others take part in.
Can you act serious in the play and still not take it seriously?
(My mind is collapsing in on itself!;)
WHAT IS THE POINT??
Is it empty or full?
It’s both and it’s neither
It’s everything and nothing
It’s the lick in the song that makes you go, “Uh! Yeah!”
It’s the sparkles you feel when you’re falling in love.
It’s the magic
It’s the feeling of getting lost in it.
IT IS WHAT IT IS
IT IS ITSELF
The BIG CIRCLE with flowers growing all over it
With the whole universe dancing inside it
Killing each other and hugging and doing the dishes and dancing in the living room and kissing and cutting fruit and bleeding and putting on pants one leg at a time and eating lobster at the top of the Stratosphere with a guy who likes to dress in women’s clothing and making love and building a house and a garden and a turbine and fighting and laughing and blowing bubbles in the wind and taking drugs and taking apart your own reality as you take off your clothes and lose your mind in front of everyone who doesn’t matter anyway.
Is life magical or a big farse?
Is the dualism of it all an illusion in and of itself?
Everything is fine. It’s just fine.
We are all Gods and demons because they only exist in our minds anyway
On any given day at any given time which only exists in our minds
Which only exists in our minds
Which only exists in our minds
THIS IS ALL A DREAM
& YOU AND ME are not really that At All.
But You really should’ve known not to mess with someone who knows
It’s all an illusion…
A BEAUTIFUL MAGICAL PAINFUL COMPLICATEDEDLY SIMPLE THORNY SOFT DICHOTOMOUS
THAT YOU OR ME OR HE OR SHE OR WE OR IT OR THEY CAN ESCAPE ANYTIME AND EVERYTIME FOR ALL TIME
However long that is….
WHICH MEANS NOTHING & EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE AND FOREVER
WHICH IS A LONG TIME, WE THINKS…
Come and play with me and be free
I’m pretty tired though
Will you do it for me?
That’s all we’re all looking for but is that fair?
There’s the Do-ers – the ones who take part and
The Leaches – who get all the pleasure without the work.
Course, they do have to pay for it – usually
Unless they steal a ticket
Which is the cheater’s way out
The Wrong way
So I guess there should be rules of some sort
Some folks can’t seem to figure it out on their own
Or rather, refuse to listen to the voice we all have inside
But who is the voice?
Is it you?
Is it God?
Or is it everything coming together into one thing
which is really just the same thing
Which has to be created by some thing, right?
Is it God?
What is God?
(and here’s where I turn into a hippie…)
God is a purple flower. It’s the sun and the moon, the stars. It’s you and me and everything we see and hear and feel and know. It’s the vibe he plays soft and low and all I know is that,
All I want is my radio
And some of that magic pie that Scotty brought home
And some help with the production
Cuz I’m starring, producing, and directing it all at once and
Somedays I’m so exhausted from doing it alone that I just watch.
Sometimes I actually write the story like
Wanna come over and help me?
But wait…hold on…
I need to get to the bottom of this…
Is God the wheel or did God Make the wheel?
Either way, who made God?
& who made that?
& where does it end?
Or does it?
It ends when you see the production
When you go behind the scenes
When you jump off the merry go round
Or atleast know how
But even then it doesn’t cuz you see that it can still be fun to play
Only in a different way…
As I run out of the house
To see a new scene
To write some new lines
But the only thing that comes is PIE
And how I just wanna go back home and eat some more of that
Magical pie that Scotty brought home from his Uncle’s on Mother’s Day…
It’s not sunny anymore but the waves are lappin at my feet
And your eyes were swollen when you came to meet me
Like you had made me into
Your everything – and I just
Took it all away.
What you didn’t see was that you set the scene
You directed the play and I am really
Just a dream
Finding enlightenment on a Sunday morning thru
a slice of berry pie…
©2008 Just Be