Oh how dreadful it is indeed to hear such noise!
I sit behind my desk seething.
Though vast in knowledge your words are empty.
The way you stand before us all
Like you are God himself.
You blastphemous wretch of a man!
How I envision in my mind the mighty thunderbolt
Coming forth from heaven to strike and rid me from this madness!
Then you'll see the one you desperately try to mimic
Before he casts you into the world of the forgotten
Where no one would know your name.
No one would recognize your face
And your knowledge would be meaningless!
Then you would long for the place where I sit
Adjacent to the window where the swallow rests
And where the autumn leaves fall like angels descending from above
For this is something you know nothing about.
You spend your days neck deep in your lifeless pages
To hide your insecurties behind a mask ofintelligence
But oh how ignorant you are of what can be learned from The Mother.
The universal teachings of love, of kindness and of purity.
I long to be with her once again
But here I am,
Stuck in a never ending cycle of rambles and rants
That make my blood boil like couldron!
With each movement of the hands of time
I draw closer to being with my true love.
And I am anxious for her gentle embrace.