Truth Of The Whole Of Me, Written In Poetry Poem by Robert Hilary

the truth of the whole of me, written in poetry. thought over and realized until it gripped a hold on me. what is it that i seek? whats the answer of what i believe? what is the reason behind the why? and why does it perplex me? i have thought long within the shadow of doubt, pondered the vastness of infinity, till i wanted to shout. these rhymes, they soothe me, no matter how old they vibrate and move with me. constantly i try to puzzle out the rhythms as i ask myself why? why does a falcon fly so high upon the mountain soaring in the sky with the freedom of natures bounty, while an ant slaves below the ground for its hearth, its home, not an individual just a piece of a whole. every day i sit in self reflection, trying to finalize with my own eyes the purpose of life death and resurrection. yet the secrets of life remain unknown, even though the seeds of why are sown. through my not knowing i have grown until understanding seeped into my core of flesh blood and bones.
reality lies behind what we perceive. we build upon the truths we behold, till we believe. it is within these beliefs that we crown our kings, building thrones upon the stones of everything. but even these stones are made from the ground beneath. the secrets of life and death are just a matrix of illusions. and it is within these illusions that we create the allusion of our eternal beings. i know who i am, i know where i stand. questions are for the weak minded simpletons of man. secrets are for demons who just want to control all there is to love, all there is to know and it is in controlling what is known that the heart becomes lost within its own definition, becoming bound by the sensation of its own revelation, shadowed and blinded by the force of its own creations.