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O Sayer, O Sayer, tell me my future

 

O tell me O seer of all, what does the future bring?

 

I will not tell you O mortal, for you do not sing,

You do not sing the praises of today

so I will not tell you, for you do not sing.

 

On your way to my house you stepped on a fly.

Did this fly not have the privilege, of knowing why?

 

I will not tell you, you do not sing.

The praises of today, you miss everything!

 

But I care for my children, I care for my wife! 

Is this not living, the lords proper life?

Tell me now O Sayer! tell it so straight,

what does the future hold, what is my fate?

 

When you know where you live / when you know what is time,

Then I will tell you, the knowledge ‘sublime.’

 

I believe I know where I live, I give to the  poor

when they eternally come knocking at my front door.

I know what is time, / it is so sublime.

This is all I have / that I can call mine.

 

I shall speak to the gods and ask, 'what is install.'

The answer is this my friend, there is death at the door.

 

O Sayer O Sayer I wish not to know, keep it all to yourself.

This is not-eth good, this will not help.

I will leave you now sire, your sense maketh not any

you do not please me, I will not pay a penny

 

But I tell you O seeker, it is ‘good’ that I bring,

for in this death you will know and learn how to sing.

 

Your futures not bad, you will live life in love,

much will be revealed, says the message above.

 

Your life will be full, in your death you will know.

You will be alive in knowledge, so the crystal shows.

Is this not what you came for, / what you came to know?

 

O yes O Sayer, please tell me more, in this I beg you, in this I implore.

Who will come knocking at my bedroom door?

 

Ah, but first you will give me the money which is mine,

then I'll reveal the ‘secret sublime.’

 

Know the present is here, / not in the future / nor past.

And what you have now, it will not last.

 

Return to your soul, / such questions not ask.

This is what returns, this is your path.

Burden not your heavy heart with the future no more,

Get out of my house! I will tell you no more.

 

“O thank you O Sayer, thanks be the lord.”

 

And with this he arose and was seen never more.

 

And the man lived out his life with his children and friends.

For this is how the story must end.

 

And he too became a Sayer,

and many's the time he would shout and would cry,

“Get out of my house! I will not tell you why.”

 

And through out the land the legacy lived on,

of more and more angry Sayers, living out a song.

 

And so to you my friend if you want to know of the future,

Look into the now, look deep in the now, for this is how.

 

In this is the future, / in this is the past,

In this is the life, to uncover the mask.

 

Spirits and souls ask not of such things.

For now is the place where everything Springs.

 

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  9/10/98 dominicj7@poetry.net.au