This poem seems to be a rebuttal. Probably in answer to a post or comment
on Facebook. Not sure, no reference point. One of my Facebook friends is
‘OZ’. He seems to have an extensive background understanding of religions
and myths handed down through history. Perhaps he was scoulding me for
speaking out about something that I saw happening in the world or perhaps I
was speculating about something. The first stanza suggests it. “I see
things as they are.” Then I ask, “Dividing thus the power point,” in
quantum physics it appears we affect what we see, so I appear to be asking.
. . am I using my energy incorrectly and creating problems. . . “Leaves
behind a scar?”
The next two stanzas seem to focus on the method used by my contemporaries
in how they use language to stimulate a higher vibration.
The last stanza seems like me trying to justify my method of unraveling
reality for what it is. I seem to be saying that we need to wake people
up, get them to see what’s real then with common agreement we can open the
world up to change.
The differences between us. . .
I see things as they are
Dividing thus the power point
Leaves behind a scar?
Focused on the absolute
Each post yours does portray
Giving thus the creative edge
To everything you say
How sweet the sound of silence
Hidden ‘tween your words
Allowin’ Spirit to find its way
In the echo of what’s been heard
Yet waking up the multitudes
Always seemed my ploy
The Red Sea opens easily
All filled with Eternal Joy