We inherited
a world
we did not
want.
You gave us
your prejudices
alienation
and banal abundance.
We wanted
love
connection
and meaning.
You made
our name
a word almost
profane.
Millennial
misfits
unfit
by any name.
You killed us
before we
were even
born.
Sacrificed
to your
omnicidal
greed.
We inherited
a world
we did not
want.
You
cannot love
what you cannot
see.
Blind eyes
behold only
projections of
their mind.
Unable
to grasp
the reality
of their beloved.
Cling not
to the mirage
of that
which is beloved.
Behold
dear one
the splendor
of my being.
Do you
see me,
beloved?
Would you
like me
if you
could?
Do you
understand me,
beloved?
Would you
know me
if you
could?
Do you
love me,
beloved?
Would you
see and understand
if you
could?
Choosing to love rather than hate, choosing peace over war, choosing interbeing over separation. The choice is simple. It is the only thing we were born to do. It is the culmination of our evolutionary journey as a species. Nothing else matters. Not career, ambitions, ideology, or identity. The ends can no longer justify the means, because the end is here and we are merely a culmination of means.
The choice is not determined by the past or a predestined future. The choice is made right here now. In this present moment. The only moment where decisions are made. The only place where old things come to die and new ones come to be born.
Every other consideration is noise now. Where is the love in the present moment? Where is the peace? Where is the interconnection? Every other thing passes away. Every hope, dream, ambition, and identity has become ash.
The world is falling apart, but I find myself falling upward. Did you make the choice today? How did you choose? Was there love? Was it worth it?
Desire
is the
universe.
Seeking
reunion
with itself.
Finding
itself
in another.
Desire
is the
gravity.
Drawing
us
forward.
Holding
us
in place.
Desire
is the
universe.
I
came
for
desire.
You
brought
me your
hearts.
Thus
all my
desires
were fulfilled.
Beloved
warden.
I am
bound
by love.
And your
invisible
strings.
Beloved
warden.
I am
captivated
by duty.
And our
implied
promises.
Beloved
warden.
I am
imprisoned
by inertia.
And my
fickle
heart.
Lord god, keep my heart open amidst suffering and despair. By your grace, may I never become numb or immune to the suffering of others, nor indifferent to those things over which I have no control. By your grace, may I never succumb to hopelessness, nor be blinded by the darkness that precedes the light. By your grace, may I forgive and love those who serve fear, hatred, and violence, even as I loath their master. Amen.
Shadow
I see
you.
Memory
of my
false self.
Coldness
of the closed
heart.
Shadow
I see
you.
Lurking
in my
mind.
Whispering
old
tales.
Shadow
I see
you.
Seeking
once more
domination.
Darkness
of my
soul.
Shadow
I see
you,
Tower
of Babel
I will not
mourn your fall.
Hoary
heights
profane
the sky.
Humiliation
will cure
your false
pride.
Tower
of Babel
I will not
mourn your decent.
Gaudy
spectacle
blinds
searching eyes.
Destruction
of illusions
will unveil
the light.
Tower
of Babel
I will not
mourn your fall.
