54. Outsiders
We are the happy few, the fortunate outsiders,
the most privileged among the privileged,
since we stand outside the vulgarity of mankind
and are happily excluded from all commonness,
the common lack of wisdom, knowledge and spiritual insight,
that most vital know-how of discernment, judgement and clairvoyance,
observation of the soul behind it all,
its movements of all-powerfulness
that is life itself and its main secret.
So are we not outsiders but insiders,
initiated in the mechanisms of spirituality,
while the real outsiders are all the others,
those who follow thoughtlessly the madding crowd
to death and without even having seen the truth of life.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 12:08
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