what promises are made

what promises are made and then broken as the world collapses on all, the weight of the unrealized and fallen short, the tried and not so true, the endless torrent of complaint and irresolute posture, where is the hardened staff that will not bend or break, the willows bow that twists and springs back anew countless times, the small yet furiously fast unwavering in their direction. the lost seek yet lose themselves again and again, as they find only what they want and not the light at the end of the world. for no earthly light shines upon this treasure, hidden before all eyes and unseen even in the midday sun, what reflects is all veneer , no substance does it show, the world, its weight unbearable, floats between the prize and all eyes everywhere.if you look through the light show, the movie, the illusory nature of all things where form is the emptiness and  and all else is the reaction of the senses made to bear witness to a terrible truth here and now that every sparkle is no diamond and not all glitters golden or precious, what is unseen has more worth in its unknowable nature than all the tangible truths of the universe, one drop of the elixir  of being, the unseparated truth,beyond the turtles back to back through all of creation resting alone upon the one turtle that is all that can exist and all else but reflections and fun house mirrored images. you are the unfettered truth, the one unuttered and untouched. from your instant of desire rose all the creation to find the source of that need, the molecule of madness that seeks what it is and cannot see its own face, here is the well of all despair and delight, suffering and bliss, false hope and sure determination, the endlessness of the worm devouring its own tail, unfaced and sightless, finding only the fractions and never the whole. from the mountain top all are valleys beyond, and never around this whole world is a station in the sky more than a fall waiting, all things are drawn to the surface, held to the crust, floating in the ocean of bodies, tides of emotion, irresistible urges and unending impulse. the world has no end but the world again and again. the attraction of the light leads to the truth that has no surface no form no end, it awaits your surrender and holds all light within, sees all truth without speaking, the heart is the only path to the soul.