symbolism
revolution, the journey, writing 12/29/2009
the darkness is back and what do i do with it? i've ran from it for so long. now it washes me and i stand like a lost child, bare-footed, the linoleum sticking, and i am stuck. arms crossed around an aching chest. like the crab that i am i have retreated back into the armored casing of self protection. if only my eyes weren't exposed. they, the pair, reveal me. i look in them and see the wound pulsing at my core. core values imploded, their lack-- destruction. and i feel orphaned by my new beliefs. the truth will set you free, and oh the high price of freedom. let it be.
i am on the cusp-- of brilliance or madness. which do i choose and by what standard. look where brilliance has gotten us. my light-child uses his toes like fingers, echoes of ancient history. evolution. on that day i explained to him about the apes and man. he knows who is responsible for the mess of this world; who has disrespected our Mother.
as for me and myself i will serve the Earth and now i see clearly my life is representational of Her Art-- we are both bleeding.
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