these words of longing ,our time lost
timeless wandering, taking charge ,
beyond all reason, falling far
beneath the surface, our loss so large.
secret doorways, mystery awaits,
fear in waiting, we hesitate
fire dissolves, as all erupts around us,
taking control, spirits broken.
To disappear, make haste from these wounds,
crossroads await, broken glass, disfigured face.
Hidden memories, bubble up, from beyond,
to arise from our slumber, to fade leaving no trace.
Sometimes I wonder, if indeed the only way through, is to just go mad. To surrender to the lunacy that awaits us around every corner. But then, I take a breath and remember that I have a choice. I can indeed disappear into nature for a while, disconnect fro the beast so to say. Because it's bloody draining, witnessing all of this, seeing people drown in their own self righteousness. Screaming to be seen, latching onto whatever label, shines a light on them, on their plea. Oh this disconnect, how it burns away at the soul, how it eats away at our creativity, our authenticity. It's the real enemy. And still, still people don't seem to join the dots.
Doing everything, except really seeing what is going on. So much distraction, deflection, anything but face the reality of the price they have had to pay. That we all have to pay, when we turn away from nature. Losing ourselves in artificial sights and sounds. Until we end up fearing, what is the real medicine in our world. It's just so feckin crazy. So I will keep writing about it, because at the end of the day it helps to keep me sane.
