Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: inertia

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.

Ascetic of Desire

I pray neither for
power nor glory
among men.

Riches nor fame
will satisfy
my ambitious heart.

Which perceived
momentarily
reality beyond dreams.

I pray only
for liberation
from this
mundane nightmare.

My awakened soul
no longer entertained
by ephemeral dreams.

Awake
in the shell
of an unconscious life.

I renounce inwardly
the cage of delusion
built by unconscious desires.

Imprisoned by dreams
I have become
an ascetic of desire.

Praying daily
for liberation
from causality’s
plodding inertia.

Dead Hands

Bound by dead hands, we¬†follow our captures to their graves. Pulled by convention – pushed by inertia. We travel well worn paths, ceaselessly following our predecessors’ footsteps. We are hoarders, clinging desperately to the useful and useless alike, unable to discern treasure from trash.

Look with fresh eyes at what dead hands have wrought.