Themes and Insights
Far Behind the Foresight
Divine Design and Human PowerlessnessThere is a consistent theme of human powerlessness in the face of a greater, divine design. Despite efforts to shape reality, the speaker suggests that true control belongs not to us but to the Divine, who orchestrates every detail of the journey, emphasizing humility and surrender to a higher purpose.
Knowledge vs. Ignorance as MercyIgnorance here is portrayed as a kind of mercy—a shield against the harsh truths of existence and future events. This invokes the idea that the less we know about our destinies, the more peace we can find in each moment, appreciating life’s transient beauty without the burden of impending knowledge.
Interconnectedness of Blessing and CurseBlessings and curses are shown to ripple outward, affecting not just the individual but also others who witness or remember. This cycle of positive and negative influences suggests a karmic dimension to our actions, connecting the personal to the universal.
Symbolism of the Valley and MountainThe imagery of a valley of impurities leading to a mountain of truth represents the difficult journey of self-realization and spiritual ascent. This symbolism underscores the poem’s theme of growth through trials, as the speaker acknowledges that overcoming the valley’s trials is essential to reaching enlightenment.
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Far Behind the Foresight
What secrets have I let loose
Behind the veil of the keys?
Was it not a thousand lifetimes ago?
I can feel it as if it were now
That soul long ago
Staring into the future known
Unknown
Wondering of what would be found
If that little truth be hid
If that little lie be revealed
If that little image find its way
Into the minds of others?
The shore was not far enough
To keep safe the one put away
He awakens just as he was
The passing trees did not relent
Nor cover the mystery of time
He sees them just the same
How that another would dare to take my hand
Without such earnest trust
As each generation passes just as before
Even unto the very origin of unsustained clarity
All the way back to that very moment
Of conception of doubt
Did my inner self know this day would come
As that pain known then
Has never left even this very day
It has been my own eyes
That bore witness to the legend of the path
Long before the first step was taken
And how was it that it could not be called truth
Or faith or trust
Seeing beforehand the very end?
Some do ask
If we manifest our own destiny?
And some do say
That we create our own reality
And others do profess
That none other than God does decide
Even now are they alive
Who dire and dream to foresee
Knowing not the burden of life
When life and death are revealed
How many do cry at the wrongs of their life?
Yet there is no greater sorrow
Than they who cry knowing what is before them
Knowing it has begun and cannot be stopped
As they do pray always
In thanks for seeing the unknowing of men
And women and children
Enjoying the tenderness of the snowflake
And the warmth of the summer
Did you feel the hand
That guided you to see
Where every ounce of dread
Would find its way into your daily life?
Did you close your eyes
Only to then see with greater clarity
The river of man
Flowing all the way down to the ocean?
You will not find pride in the man
Of his seeing
Who sees
As his stare is that of a soldier
Looking beyond the rock
The tree
The forest
The clouds…
Waiting is the life of those with forsight
Ignorance is the prayer of their heart
Blindness is the mercy of their thoughts
Because in the great revealing spirit of all to be
Does also the great blur of all that was
Long ago
Become apparent
Such a command of theirs to overcome
As every enemy of man shakes their gates
Presenting itself to they who carry the water of time
Faith be the reward
Though death and dread and disgust
Fills the valley of their feet
In vanity
When in truth is nothing known
But that no matter the choice made
The result will always be crafted by another
And no matter the power one does wield
Shall it find its way into another’s hand
And what curse one does sing
So is the choir also louder
And what gift one does give
So is the source from another
For nothing evolves into a greater thing
Before there is a greater thing
And nothing can be made
By something less evolved
Surely this must be reason?
Yet who is to speak of it?
It matters not the proclamations of the imagined persona
Nor the desires of the heart of the willful
Still there does lay the valley of everything unclean
Before the mountain of the truth is climbed
It is inescapable
And better to be left unknown beforehand
Ask anyone who has overcome
In the overcoming of anything
And you shall hear the same story in them all
I could not imagine such sorrow greater
Than He who stood as a man
Knowing with finite reality
The truth of his origins
Nor would that man know a lesser isolation
Than anyone
It is that even in my own life
And with just one thing foreseen
Did all other things assemble and disassemble thereafter
Even in the sanity of the mind
For one cannot see the result
Designed before hand
Without then knowing every step to get there
We walk through every horror of our heart
And suffer every indignity of the task
And trudge the mud of the lash from another’s crime
Though it truly is mercy
That the Great One persists in our life
So that we would reach the end
And this is just the next step
Known to me as a child
The truth hidden
The lie revealed
The image created to support the secret
With even more mercy
Is there now with me the comforter
As the portion alone is over
And the task ahead required of her
What I saw long ago
Even such a small thing in the Grande scheme
Is everything if not humbled
Without such my very life
does wither and die
Like the stone uncast
To the unwritten future
Of the formerly condemned
Ryan o0o
Far Behind the Foresight
What secrets have I let loose
Behind the veil of the keys?
Was it not a thousand lifetimes ago?
I can feel it as if it were now
That soul long ago
Staring into the future known
Unknown
Wondering of what would be found
If that little truth be hid
If that little lie be revealed
If that little image find its way
Into the minds of others?
The shore was not far enough
To keep safe the one put away
He awakens just as he was
The passing trees did not relent
Nor cover the mystery of time
He sees them just the same
How that another would dare to take my hand
Without such earnest trust
As each generation passes just as before
Even unto the very origin of unsustained clarity
All the way back to that very moment
Of conception of doubt
Did my inner self know this day would come
As that pain known then
Has never left even this very day
It has been my own eyes
That bore witness to the legend of the path
Long before the first step was taken
And how was it that it could not be called truth
Or faith or trust
Seeing beforehand the very end?
Some do ask
If we manifest our own destiny?
And some do say
That we create our own reality
And others do profess
That none other than God does decide
Even now are they alive
Who dire and dream to foresee
Knowing not the burden of life
When life and death are revealed
How many do cry at the wrongs of their life?
Yet there is no greater sorrow
Than they who cry knowing what is before them
Knowing it has begun and cannot be stopped
As they do pray always
In thanks for seeing the unknowing of men
And women and children
Enjoying the tenderness of the snowflake
And the warmth of the summer
Did you feel the hand
That guided you to see
Where every ounce of dread
Would find its way into your daily life?
Did you close your eyes
Only to then see with greater clarity
The river of man
Flowing all the way down to the ocean?
You will not find pride in the man
Of his seeing
Who sees
As his stare is that of a soldier
Looking beyond the rock
The tree
The forest
The clouds…
Waiting is the life of those with forsight
Ignorance is the prayer of their heart
Blindness is the mercy of their thoughts
Because in the great revealing spirit of all to be
Does also the great blur of all that was
Long ago
Become apparent
Such a command of theirs to overcome
As every enemy of man shakes their gates
Presenting itself to they who carry the water of time
Faith be the reward
Though death and dread and disgust
Fills the valley of their feet
In vanity
When in truth is nothing known
But that no matter the choice made
The result will always be crafted by another
And no matter the power one does wield
Shall it find its way into another’s hand
And what curse one does sing
So is the choir also louder
And what gift one does give
So is the source from another
For nothing evolves into a greater thing
Before there is a greater thing
And nothing can be made
By something less evolved
Surely this must be reason?
Yet who is to speak of it?
It matters not the proclamations of the imagined persona
Nor the desires of the heart of the willful
Still there does lay the valley of everything unclean
Before the mountain of the truth is climbed
It is inescapable
And better to be left unknown beforehand
Ask anyone who has overcome
In the overcoming of anything
And you shall hear the same story in them all
I could not imagine such sorrow greater
Than He who stood as a man
Knowing with finite reality
The truth of his origins
Nor would that man know a lesser isolation
Than anyone
It is that even in my own life
And with just one thing foreseen
Did all other things assemble and disassemble thereafter
Even in the sanity of the mind
For one cannot see the result
Designed before hand
Without then knowing every step to get there
We walk through every horror of our heart
And suffer every indignity of the task
And trudge the mud of the lash from another’s crime
Though it truly is mercy
That the Great One persists in our life
So that we would reach the end
And this is just the next step
Known to me as a child
The truth hidden
The lie revealed
The image created to support the secret
With even more mercy
Is there now with me the comforter
As the portion alone is over
And the task ahead required of her
What I saw long ago
Even such a small thing in the Grande scheme
Is everything if not humbled
Without such my very life
does wither and die
Like the stone uncast
To the unwritten future
Of the formerly condemned
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Far Behind the Foresight
Divine Design and Human PowerlessnessThere is a consistent theme of human powerlessness in the face of a greater, divine design. Despite efforts to shape reality, the speaker suggests that true control belongs not to us but to the Divine, who orchestrates every detail of the journey, emphasizing humility and surrender to a higher purpose.
Knowledge vs. Ignorance as MercyIgnorance here is portrayed as a kind of mercy—a shield against the harsh truths of existence and future events. This invokes the idea that the less we know about our destinies, the more peace we can find in each moment, appreciating life’s transient beauty without the burden of impending knowledge.
Interconnectedness of Blessing and CurseBlessings and curses are shown to ripple outward, affecting not just the individual but also others who witness or remember. This cycle of positive and negative influences suggests a karmic dimension to our actions, connecting the personal to the universal.
Symbolism of the Valley and MountainThe imagery of a valley of impurities leading to a mountain of truth represents the difficult journey of self-realization and spiritual ascent. This symbolism underscores the poem’s theme of growth through trials, as the speaker acknowledges that overcoming the valley’s trials is essential to reaching enlightenment.
Far Behind the Foresight
What secrets have I let loose
Behind the veil of the keys?
Was it not a thousand lifetimes ago?
I can feel it as if it were now
That soul long ago
Staring into the future known
Unknown
Wondering of what would be found
If that little truth be hid
If that little lie be revealed
If that little image find its way
Into the minds of others?
The shore was not far enough
To keep safe the one put away
He awakens just as he was
The passing trees did not relent
Nor cover the mystery of time
He sees them just the same
How that another would dare to take my hand
Without such earnest trust
As each generation passes just as before
Even unto the very origin of unsustained clarity
All the way back to that very moment
Of conception of doubt
Did my inner self know this day would come
As that pain known then
Has never left even this very day
It has been my own eyes
That bore witness to the legend of the path
Long before the first step was taken
And how was it that it could not be called truth
Or faith or trust
Seeing beforehand the very end?
Some do ask
If we manifest our own destiny?
And some do say
That we create our own reality
And others do profess
That none other than God does decide
Even now are they alive
Who dire and dream to foresee
Knowing not the burden of life
When life and death are revealed
How many do cry at the wrongs of their life?
Yet there is no greater sorrow
Than they who cry knowing what is before them
Knowing it has begun and cannot be stopped
As they do pray always
In thanks for seeing the unknowing of men
And women and children
Enjoying the tenderness of the snowflake
And the warmth of the summer
Did you feel the hand
That guided you to see
Where every ounce of dread
Would find its way into your daily life?
Did you close your eyes
Only to then see with greater clarity
The river of man
Flowing all the way down to the ocean?
You will not find pride in the man
Of his seeing
Who sees
As his stare is that of a soldier
Looking beyond the rock
The tree
The forest
The clouds…
Waiting is the life of those with forsight
Ignorance is the prayer of their heart
Blindness is the mercy of their thoughts
Because in the great revealing spirit of all to be
Does also the great blur of all that was
Long ago
Become apparent
Such a command of theirs to overcome
As every enemy of man shakes their gates
Presenting itself to they who carry the water of time
Faith be the reward
Though death and dread and disgust
Fills the valley of their feet
In vanity
When in truth is nothing known
But that no matter the choice made
The result will always be crafted by another
And no matter the power one does wield
Shall it find its way into another’s hand
And what curse one does sing
So is the choir also louder
And what gift one does give
So is the source from another
For nothing evolves into a greater thing
Before there is a greater thing
And nothing can be made
By something less evolved
Surely this must be reason?
Yet who is to speak of it?
It matters not the proclamations of the imagined persona
Nor the desires of the heart of the willful
Still there does lay the valley of everything unclean
Before the mountain of the truth is climbed
It is inescapable
And better to be left unknown beforehand
Ask anyone who has overcome
In the overcoming of anything
And you shall hear the same story in them all
I could not imagine such sorrow greater
Than He who stood as a man
Knowing with finite reality
The truth of his origins
Nor would that man know a lesser isolation
Than anyone
It is that even in my own life
And with just one thing foreseen
Did all other things assemble and disassemble thereafter
Even in the sanity of the mind
For one cannot see the result
Designed before hand
Without then knowing every step to get there
We walk through every horror of our heart
And suffer every indignity of the task
And trudge the mud of the lash from another’s crime
Though it truly is mercy
That the Great One persists in our life
So that we would reach the end
And this is just the next step
Known to me as a child
The truth hidden
The lie revealed
The image created to support the secret
With even more mercy
Is there now with me the comforter
As the portion alone is over
And the task ahead required of her
What I saw long ago
Even such a small thing in the Grande scheme
Is everything if not humbled
Without such my very life
does wither and die
Like the stone uncast
To the unwritten future
Of the formerly condemned
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Far Behind the Foresight
Divine Design and Human PowerlessnessThere is a consistent theme of human powerlessness in the face of a greater, divine design. Despite efforts to shape reality, the speaker suggests that true control belongs not to us but to the Divine, who orchestrates every detail of the journey, emphasizing humility and surrender to a higher purpose.
Knowledge vs. Ignorance as MercyIgnorance here is portrayed as a kind of mercy—a shield against the harsh truths of existence and future events. This invokes the idea that the less we know about our destinies, the more peace we can find in each moment, appreciating life’s transient beauty without the burden of impending knowledge.
Interconnectedness of Blessing and CurseBlessings and curses are shown to ripple outward, affecting not just the individual but also others who witness or remember. This cycle of positive and negative influences suggests a karmic dimension to our actions, connecting the personal to the universal.
Symbolism of the Valley and MountainThe imagery of a valley of impurities leading to a mountain of truth represents the difficult journey of self-realization and spiritual ascent. This symbolism underscores the poem’s theme of growth through trials, as the speaker acknowledges that overcoming the valley’s trials is essential to reaching enlightenment.
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