Break me and beseech me. Bend and bottle me in. These transgressions come because you are already broken inside. So distant from yourself, that you forgot that there’s something elemental, beautiful, and powerful. It has always been there, and always will be there. In a fleeting glimmer you will see all that you are, and the true shade of the world.
Me, I tend to forget too. I look into a mirror of my mistakes, my faults, regrets, crimes, my fears, my short comings, my pain. Yes, you are flesh and bone. But, your mind sees more and feels more than you will admit to yourself. You are still that baby, new into the world, full of potential and joy. Enamored in love and radiating connection to all others.
Our senses, our heart beat, our sensations and experiences tie it all together. To know that you never actually were sure about where you began and the rest of the universe started. This is where you are. You are a spider that communicates with the spirits of this earth. They tell you their secrets, and you heed its wisdom.
Labels, taxonomy, codes, and further reductions give you the illusion of understanding and mastery. When in reality, sensations and chemical pathways unlock the true flowers of existence.
We compete to get on top, we compete for land , resources, and place to find safety. In a dangerous world, we try our best to safe harbor happiness while diminishing our enemies. Allowing the world in and entering the silence is not a luxury taken so easily. Darkness occupies these pores so that I might fight through the day and eventually enjoy that promised land.
A roof over my head and the finer things in life are my victories, but they will never be that means to my end. Prattles about profession and title, mean mighty little to the mass of glaciers running through your spine. You float above the surface in superficial serenity, attempting to reach the twinkling star light.
Yet, fail to acknowledge your own depts.
Cracked by rising seas, diamonds will also shatter. Glaring gold splashes to greet to the darkened depts, alone in the crushing cold. Gone far further than the prior mold. You start to cast aside what you believe you knew, to truths that always belonged but remained buried. Past the blur of mirage and fabrication, you’re confronted with the luminous warmth that knows no bounds.
The water steams with rapidly rising bubbles attempting to break to the surface. You began to
remember this feeling, all those eyes creek open after their long slumber. It’s been here all along waiting
to be summoned.
Palm laid flat along it’s spherical surface, and it starts to rapidly expand. Unlocked and unshackled, you were holding the key to your own imprisonment. The bars built by disbelief and disdain. Soldered together by pain and misfortune. It was better to lock it away and hide it some where that no one can corrupt it.
The shadows vaporize and fade away to oblivion. The waters no longer seem as lonely or crushing. In fact it feels vibrant and uplifting. The glow starts sprinting ahead to reach those mighty head waters. Running like salmon, a torrent of life is brought to the shallows.
Blundered and blunted. Mangled and stunted. That wonder that is you breaks out of that constructed glass bottle. When pushed to the edge, the edges have fallen out and revealed endless splendor.
Breaking through that flimsy shell and fragile facade, you pack more punch than a super nova proton.
Physical beauty is breathe taking. Monuments and money allow for expression and material comfort.
Yet, these all pale in comparison to the wonder that you are. Whatever storm blows your way, however low you feel, how unsure the world may feel, listen intently. Listen closely, to the knowledge that you hold and the sensations that you’ve been shown.
You are powerful and you have always known