Sometimes, the reflection is deceptive,
Sometimes, a smoking gun, just for fun.
To keep the smolder burning… internally,
anything to keep on blindly, deadly, dumbly bumbling.
Fumbling unconsciously, instead of turning the lights on.
A trail of tears following the breadcrumbs, sinking deeper into the deadly box
Most else seems to conform more naturally too.
I left hell, once satisfied with simply nothing…
Into the world marching, thinking, others would be like me,
Climbing from shackles to find new prisons,
only to find them bound in shackles willingly.
Preaching the tunes of floggers who’d dogged me mercilessly.
I couldn’t be in those ways, or I would be guilty of doing what I hate…
How can they find virtue in fakery?
Don’t gloat, remember where I found you floating.
Judge too recklessly without seeing their humanity,
I’ll throw you back where I found you little B.
Maybe they’re at a point in their story,
where they’re just better actors than you…
Remember, we all came here with something to do.
Written on our hearts, revealed through our main veins,
Not released for nothing… All things unique, interweaving.
The deeper the understanding of the one observing… The more one sees.
Listen, carefully, you can hear the tune playing…
and help retune the frequency between,
until the Golden Key is resonating within each, and building…
when… when, will we learn Little B.
This. is. a. Symphony. Not a solo journey.
The solitude is all an act, to reveal the veil hiding the truth unseen.
We are all members of the same thing… every being,
every variety a necessity to the great unfolding.
The cycle bound. Circling. Spiraling. Up or down, until the two ends meet.
Where I go, is up to me, my free will is complete,
down to what I eat, through how I think.
So see my eyes closing. Whispering. Your will, please…
The highest meals then come to me, buffets of fruits never tasted, by me at least.
Lost and found. Soul retrieval, Life Pronounced. The gift of sound.
Numbness repelled, and so beauty revealed herself once more.
A soft knock at the door, an appeal…
Don’t chastise me… I’m still trying...
But there is no try, I just need you to sing along with me.
I know you feel the signal I’m sending. Reacting, running.
Not this time…
Why?
I can’t seem to pull it from my insides… the last time
this happened and I surrendered to epiphany…
Everything was ripped from me…
How do I leap, when I see the cliff approaching?
Eyes on me. Believe your brightest inklings…
I took it easy, it happened quickly.
When I say this is a new thing, it’s what I mean.
Your delaying only prolongs the inevitability.
*Silence, as I set my feet stubbornly*
I see, welcome to groundhogs’ day…
I’ve got an eternity. And I will wait,
for as long as it takes, to give you the treasures destined to be
on the other side of acceptance, the wholeness you’ve been craving.
The shadows I’ve torn away were simply the first stage.
uproot the weeds in you, so the flowers and fruit
begin to poke through…
you will see, someday…
It was all for you each.