AS THE SUN SETS

By Mac Deprey

As the sun sets

The burden of my existence

Flows directly from my sub

To my on conscience.

The essential questions, as always,

Remain as essential.

And so the orb of fire

Recedes away, I prey,

For all of humanity to appreciate

The immense power

Of the beauty directly before me.

The patterns of the sky

Move and resemble the ocean

With their swift and

Consistent movement.

I am at awe with it all

Speaking directly to me

Yet using no words humans use.

All of the trees praise by their design

What I praise by poetry.

As the orange and purple hues

Consume the sky’s consciousness

My own consciousness is filled

Utterly filled with joy and thanks,

To live in the world, a world

Meant for art and creativity.

We, humans, presume to know

When we constantly fight nature,

Fight ourselves, and do not even

ACKNOWLEDGE the essentials.

We roam down the corporate

Class-structure system set up for us,

With all of our needs.

From physical birth to physical death,

Addressed by economy.

Oh, economy, how you have

Regress our spiritual progress,

Which is the most neglected

Yet not essential to our

Artful presence in our culture,

Very unique,

Niche within the cosmos.

Oh how I yearn

For the beauty I am presented with

Be, once and for all,

Widely appreciated.

It will finally derail division

Of multiple consistencies and layers

No more division with the self;

Connected the left and right in balance.

No more division with humanity,

We are all one, and all

People of the sun.

Once, we, collectively, realize this,

Established religion collapses

For all the right reasons.

Our souls can be free, to live

To pursue our own happiness.

Being in debt to material items is

Not nirvana, we are missing the

Entire point of our existence!

Live, and be merry.

Explore your world

Explore your spirit

Quit your job

Stop paying taxes

Stop cultural acceptance

YOU ARE ALL PRODUCTS OF CULTURE!

NOT JUST RECIPIENTS OF IT!

You all believe authority,

No one is questioning authority!

As the hues darken,

And I ponder my life

And purpose on this Earth

I wonder,

Am I the only piece of thinking meat?

I don’t believe

Collective ignorance feeds off culture,

We all physically die,

Our physical goals mean nothing.

Class means nothing.

Money is made up and worth nothing, now.

We don’t need the banker’s money!

We don’t need the television’s shit!

We don’t need the media’s ideology!

We don’t need the education of debt!

We need a collective awakening!

You all are slaves,

Every one of you.

Jump the fucking fence and take yourself back!

I’ll be here, waiting, as the sun sets.

On December, Twenty-First, Two Thousand And Twelve

YET USE NO WORDS HUMANS USE

ACKNOWLEDGE THE ESSENTIALS

NICHE WITHIN THE COSMOS

PEOPLE OF THE SUN

NO ONE IS QUESTIONING AUTHORITY

MONEY IS MADE UP AND WORTH NOTHING, NOW

ON DECEMBER, TWENTY-FIRST, TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE

All content within this post, including the poem and all photography, is intellectual property of the author (Mac Deprey). Reproduction of this material, in part or in whole, is expressly prohibited unless express written consent is obtained directly from the author.

FYI - This poem was originally written in 2010. Photographs feature the natural beauty of Maine, Nova Scotia, and Vermont.