Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: duty

Beloved Warden

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.

Your Duty is Love

Forsake
duty that
is not loved.

It is not
your burden
to bear.

Your
duty is
love.

Your
burden
joy.

Change
is nature’s
law.

Permanence
mankind’s
nightmare.

Forsake
that which
is not yours.

Duty is Heavy

Duty is heavy
when the heart
is not light.

Obligations
undertaken
but not forsaken.

Imprison
us to the
past.

Binding
us to
lives.

Chosen
by former
selves.

Long after
joy and desire
have fled.

This is a Slave World

This is
a slave
world.

Everyone
is a
slave.

Especially
the
masters.

Lured
by
desire.

Driven
by
fear.

Bound by duty
attachment
and desire.

Duty
to obligations
foolishly accepted.

Attachment
to impermanence
and distractions.

Desire
for illusions
naively believed.

Though
the body
is bound.

The soul
may be
free.

Liberation
is a state
of being.

Drink Deeply

I yearn for a world that is not, but should be. I crave good wine, laughter, and dear friends, gathered around neolithic fires, dancing in moonlight. I desire time, a break from duty, a moment’s reprieve from the to dos, must dos, and can dos that fill my days.

I dream of a world with human purpose, intended to meet human needs. I crave a life made up in equal parts of laughter, love, community, learning, and growth. I wish for a life without waste, where every moment serves my happiness or that of others.

I dream sweet dreams, of a life that is neither nasty, brutish, nor short. A life worth living. A life to be drank deeply and savored, until the heart breaks, for once not from anguish, but from being filled to bursting with love and joy. I yearn to drink deeply of this world. I crave a life worth living, and freedom from duties that serve none.